| Damn, party like a rockstar
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| Can’t remember where I parked last night
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| No I can’t move it two tings
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| And that’s the only thing I remember parking that night
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| 4, 5 bottles out the pocket last night
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| She was sippin' champagne like she copped it last night
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| Damn, can’t even recall last night
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| But I know I had a ball last night
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| I think you got me fucked up, hoe
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| 7 Bottles, and I’m kind of fucked up, hoe
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| Left the club, 8 cars in a race
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| She was lookin' up at the stars in the Wraith
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| Shit, I think I got her all off her pivot
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| She jumped in the car and I forgot to get them digits
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| Head smart so I gotta ball in the business
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| Sky’s the ceiling, so you know my Lord was my witness
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| Nothin' but political
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| None of my niggas is hospitable
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| We don’t give a fuck about no ridicule
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| Point blank, we’ll put your ass in critical
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| Some of the better bitches, I hit a few
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| Some of the dopest spots with killer views
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| Kill or be killed
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| We playing killer rules
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| Nothin' changed, walk away a quarter mil in jewels
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| Champagne spilling
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| What more can I say with no ceiling
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| Cold hearted, I’m numb with no feelings
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| Know old niggas pack guns with gold fillings
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| Damn, party like a rockstar
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| Can’t remember where I parked last night
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| No I can’t move it two tings
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| And that’s the only thing I remember parking that night
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| 4, 5 bottles out the pocket last night
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| She was sippin' champagne like she copped it last night
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| Damn, can’t even recall last night
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| But I know I had a ball last night
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| Spent a hundred racks last night
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| Smoking girls scout cookies with the wax last night
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| My niggas was turned up to the max last night
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| Couple four pounds on us, coupld Macs last night
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| Pretty face, slim waist, mami ass fat right
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| So you already know what nigga smashed last night
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| Did a buck eighty something on the dash last night
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| 'Tron shots, fucked around and almost crashed last night
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| At the gun shot, niggas had a blast last night
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| I finger fucked it, cause all I do is stash cash right
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| Sold a lil weed but I had to pass that white
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| Tonight we gon' do the same thing we did last night
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| Damn, party like a rockstar
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| Can’t remember where I parked last night
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| No I can’t move it two tings
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| And that’s the only thing I remember parking that night
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| 4, 5 bottles out the pocket last night
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| She was sippin' champagne like she copped it last night
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| Damn, can’t even recall last night
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| But I know I had a ball last night
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| Black magnesium, black sand beaches
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| Trips on low for your man to reach us
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| Bang glass table with a hundred grand pieces
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| Watch the bitches face when the Lamborghini screeches
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| I know what them bitches thinking like I had telekinesis
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| Cars that we drive they come with so many features
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| It wasn’t for these bitches, how the fuck they gonna see us
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| So my niggas born hard, how the fuck they gon D us
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| I drop the top just to get a breather
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| Hopin' on yachts, that’s just felicia
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| Shit, I treat Miami just like Ibiza
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| And my wrist lookin' just like a freezer
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| Damn, party like a rockstar
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| Can’t remember where I parked last night
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| No I can’t move it two tings
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| And that’s the only thing I remember parking that night
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| 4, 5 bottles out the pocket last night
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| She was sippin' champagne like she copped it last night
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| Damn, can’t even recall last night
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| But I know I had a ball last night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Night , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album We Own The Night Pt. 2: Memoirs Of A Hustler, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп