| Girl scout cookies… check
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| 151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice… check
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| Hennessy, Sprite and lemon… check
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| Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes,
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| and orange juice… check
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| (CHEAH)
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| I just wanna party, hit the drink until I’m numb (CHEAH)
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| I’m the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)
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| Plus the 151, I’ma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)
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| Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH)
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| Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar…(CHEAH)
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| Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I’m a star…(CHEAH)
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| And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun
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| But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches
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| Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes
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| Then we done (done)
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| My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green
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| The liquor’s taking over, and we just wanna party
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| (This shit we) party, we just wanna party
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| (This shit we) party, we just wanna party
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| This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
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| Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
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| Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday
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| I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it’s like you’re traveling
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| with a one way
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| We wanna put D on her
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| We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma
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| She don’t belong if her squeeze phone her
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| And he want leads on where the G’s home was
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| Ease on, she won’t get to breathe on us
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| Tea’s gone, we bone bitches elong' us
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| See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her
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| When he’s grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya
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| Beez Holmes, we Jones’d, for the V on her
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| She’s long, these songs get ya free dome
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| For the weed blown with the tone like I’m Steve Stone brotha
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| Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas
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| My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green
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| The liquor’s taking over, and we just wan- (hold up)
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| Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of
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| Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain’t shit for me to handle my
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| Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of Molly
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| Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up
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| Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to
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| My music when I turn around she taking her bra and panties off
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| Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama
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| See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up
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| Damn I just, can’t think of your name, what is it, Angela?
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| Amber, Tammy, Pamela? |
| I blame it on my Xani buzz
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| But blondie all my homies wanna hit it, so I hand her off
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| Pimping since an infant, I can’t help that I’m the center of
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| Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O’Guin, you see the symbol of
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| Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature
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| The ring that’s on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up
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| Go stupid in the booth, I’m flexing like I’m Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah!
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| My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green
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| The liquor’s taking over, and we just wanna party
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| (This shit we) party, we just wanna party
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| (This shit we) party, we just wanna party
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| This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
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| Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
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| Girls just wanna have fun (hold up)
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| Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Just Wanna Party , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Strangeulation Vol. II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп