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