| All my real party people
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| Stand on them couches right now
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| Put your bottles up
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| Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan
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| Sparkles in the air…
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| Watch out, ma, you’re in the danger zone
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| Just gimme the ass or leave me alone
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| Just do what I ask or you could go home
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| Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan
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| She with everything she love now I keep it good
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| Lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter
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| We in the corner where it’s dark like close the shutter
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| Mamma thirsty and she want me to put it on her
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| It surely started on my own
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| She acting like I’m moving like she’s takin' me home
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| Baby got horny on me once she saw my cologne
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| Now she wild up on me and she tryna sip a of Patrón
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| You sip on my Cîroc while I’m all in the zone
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| Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone
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| I check it
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| She might already know how to act, go ahead
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| Open it up for me
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| Let me blow out your back…
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| Put them bottles up…
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| What’s up girl, let’s get throwed
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| After the club, I take you home
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| But for now, here’s some Patrón, Avión,, it’s on
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| Shots, shots, shots, take it, damn it’s hot
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| Let’s get naked, let’s get wasted
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| No ice, that’s for watches, chains, braces
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| Bottles to ace, so many spades in the place
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| They callin' me Pokerface
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| Light up the place just like the sun in your face
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| You gon' need a pair of shades
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| To block all the glare
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| Sparkles high in the air, just to be perfectly clear
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| We raise the bar, then we buy it, buy it
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| Bottles up, let’s start a riot, tipsy…
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| Put them bottles up… |