| All white linen
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| Riding till the sun comes down
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| See that we living like woah-oh-oh
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| Uhh, B-side, baby parlay
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| Waterfront top back, coupe with a fade
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| Tonight is ours, paper city, red ruby
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| You looking fine, as beautiful as one could ever be
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| Tires spinning, fast cars, fast women
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| And I just wanna get a night with a happy ending
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| The yacht life, hear the splash, so much class
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| Lift your glass, make a toast, we around the map
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| His and hers, Hermes bags, left the tag
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| All real love shit, with a scrub
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| Chillin' on top, get away, just a flight
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| Living life, this is what it’s like
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| Uhh, she’s so relentless, body of a Goddess
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| Gotta take her higher
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| Rain through my window pane, she the fire to my flame
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| Good aim, put your heart where the sky is
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| It’s cold down there but it’s lonely up here
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| The world’s so cold you gonna need a Montclair
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| Don’t mind stare, when I look at you it’s all clear
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| Tryna keep it together and ball like Rothstein
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| 4-Seas, car clean, Harleys
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| I’m from the gold-era, my jewels is Gili
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| A party ain’t a party if it ain’t all night
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| Living life, this is what it’s like
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| Like the film that you’ve never seen before
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| Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
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| This is like love, that you can never get
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| From nobody else, woah-oh-oh
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| This is like woah…
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| This is like woah…
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| This is like woah…
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| This is like…
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| All John Blaze, collar shirts, school days
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| On stage, a hundred thou, two days
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| Looking down on top from where the stars stay
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| Reservoir and back guards in the entry way
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| I’m young and wild and I charm our old mother
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| Invited your young daughter, I’m known across waters
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| Horses in the stable, Ferrari ‘cause I’m able
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| Whole life I’ve been waiting
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| This is like riding through the city
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| With the ocean in the background
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| This is like flying in Paris
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| What your girl say now
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| Party down
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| This is like riding…
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| This is like flying…
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| This is like love… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Like, artist - Tyga. Album song Careless World: Rise Of The Last King, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп