Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spiked Punch, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Mursday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.06.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Spiked Punch |
| Somebody put a little bit of that alcohol |
| In my little red cup and we can drink it all |
| Muthafucka, this that heat this that panama |
| Y’all boys want a single I’m the catalog |
| I’m like New Year shots and doughnuts in the parkin' lot |
| And good pot when my music drop |
| And even if I eva wanted to, I’d neva stop |
| Hol' up, muthafucka, someone spiked the? |
| We got Bloods and Crips in the parkin' lot |
| Somebody talkin' 2 much so he might get shot |
| This nigga play too much and he say too much |
| He from whooopty whooop and he from such and such |
| I’m like what the fuck? |
| Can we all just chill? |
| Befo I make a phone call and this shit get real |
| Matter fact fuck the phone call, this ain’t 06' |
| I’m bout to knock ya out on some ol' school shit |
| And this a total mix of bi-coastal spit |
| Murs Mayday, Mayday Murs, what a loco fit |
| I got shade in the distance, sun on my back |
| But I keep runnin' fo' the ones who feelin' under attack |
| Had a late night convo up with Nick Carter |
| Went to sleep awake now I feel a bit smarter |
| Ladies in the front keepin' us a bit harder |
| The Punch bowl filled with the smiles of a martyr |
| What ya think ya a part of? |
| A world full of honors |
| A planet full of bombers |
| Or a little bit of ganja |
| I got a crew over yonder |
| That wanna make world wonders |
| We here to party all summer |
| And spike every bowl with the love down under |
| All I see is pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada (spiked punch) |
| Show me love up in the club |
| Gotta show a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Give me love up in the club |
| Gotta give a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Where the love up in the club? |
| Gotta get a lil love from the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Give me drugs up in the club |
| Gotta get a lil buzzed with the ones that I love |
| And I ain’t bout no second guessin' |
| Broke the watch on my wrist I ain’t stressin' |
| Cash on the beat cuz it sound expensive |
| When I see what I want I ain’t apprehensive |
| Club full of thugs tryna release tension |
| And a couple bad? |
| Tryna give me affection |
| Murs in the studio givin' us lessons |
| Over shots of tequila makin' shit infectious |
| What the fuck is bachata? |
| What’s up with arata arato, what’s up with my vatos |
| De Los east? |
| Los no mismo, I’m not from the east coast |
| Bout to bail to the store fo' a? |
| Of Fritos fritas, what’s up with the chicas? |
| What’s up with yo homegirl? |
| Esta la Bonita |
| She lookin' at me crazy, I might get her pregnant |
| I’m way too turnt so I gotta let Wrek in |
| And we get extra questions, 'where the hell Plex been? |
| ' |
| 'Are y’all really Tech’s friends? |
| Can ya get guests in? |
| ' |
| I don’t need a job so this interview’s over |
| Came to pop lock till the profit is so sure |
| Then get the closure feelin' oh so sore |
| From runnin' round the planet doin' damage with no cure |
| Give me, give me horns and confetti galore |
| Grabbin' everythin' in sight and we ready fo' more |
| All I see is pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada |
| Pussy, Prada, whole lotta Colada (spiked punch) |
| Show me love up in the club |
| Gotta show a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Give me love up in the club |
| Gotta give a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Where the love up in the club? |
| Gotta get a lil love from the ones that I love (spiked punch) |
| Give me drugs up in the club |
| Gotta get a lil buzzed with the ones that I love |