| Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
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| Yeah bitches, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest
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| You be get up on this fly shit baby
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| It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
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| Ah ba-ballin' in this bitch cause I’m better
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| Models at my table when they down for whatever
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| It’s a cold world so it’s heat in my leather
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| We-we gonna make it rain, we ain’t tripping off the weather
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| Birthday suit removed, your negligee
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| Baby baby let me put you on game
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| I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane
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| Every play tint shades, make these niggas know my name
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| T-Raw, young star, Ringo
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| Shining hard every second don’t blink ho
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| If you ain’t sipping and you tripping better drink more
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| Too many dicks on the field trying to get yours
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| What, what your home girl don’t know
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| Won’t hurt her so girl let go
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| They say they ain’t tricking if you got it
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| But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so
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| I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit
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| Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
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| Yeah bitches, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest
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| You be get up on this fly shit baby
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| It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
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| Fly, fly niggas do fly thangs
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| Overseas, I can put you on my dream team
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| High king, Tyga-lajuwan 2 rings, yeah we on one
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| We ain’t never done, it’s small fun when you living how we living
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| Big living room, beautiful women
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| Baby take your shoes off, she just trying to kick it
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| Goin down town now, she gonna let me kiss it
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| So good, yep yep, Young Money and we all good
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| All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
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| If a nigga could, I don’t think he should
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| Getting money, rocking clubs like T. Woods
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| Bright lights like we living in the sky
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| Erybody put your hands up high
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| Yeah it ain’t tricking if you got it
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| But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it
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| I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit
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| Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
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| Yeah bitches, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest
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| You be get up on this fly shit baby
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| It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
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| I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit
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| Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
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| Yeah bitches, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest
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| You be get up on this fly shit baby
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| It’s a fucking celebration, bitches |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celebration, artist - Tyga. Album song Careless World: Rise Of The Last King, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп