| On nights like this
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| Gotta pour something
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| Get right like this
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| They don’t write like this
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| Hear them talk it up
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| But they ain’t quite like this
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| And I’m light type rich
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| Hundred on the chain
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| With the light bright right wrist
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| And my pipes like vroom vroom
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| That’s why your chick wanna come with him
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| All my homies ballin above the rim
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| My pockets bulging a lump sum
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| You can come if you want
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| Just bring a friend
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| 'Cause there’s so many fine woman that my head is spinning
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| And I’ve lost all feeling everybody’s singing like
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| Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
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| Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
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| 'Cause there so many fine woman that my head is spinning
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| And I’m seeing double vision everybody’s singing like
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| Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
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| Hey na na na hey hey na na na na na
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| Let’s do this outside
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| Shut down the whole block
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| Watch the girls drop by like it’s a catwalk
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| We’re livin' easy
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| We got the whole day
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| And we can go hard don’t matter what the cops say
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| I’m thinking maybe I can’t have relationships
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| 'Cause lately they’re not making any sense
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| And baby your the one thing on my mind that can change anytime
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| My red cup overflowing
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| The bartender tell me stop
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| I just keep on going
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| I don’t even have to talk about it
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| I just show it
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| Umm it’s me they want to roll with
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| Don’t need to know her name
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| Cause now she sleeping in my home
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| Drink by the case beer glass cup
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| I’m at the bar spending cash up
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| And I probably told you this was my last one
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| But I’m trying to get trashed bro
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| I see not vitals on your EKG
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| Dead on the dance floor B.O.B
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| Clap because we need more 3OH!3
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| Blowing out your speakers
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| Hey, na na na
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| Blowing out your speakers |