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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerrod Niemann
Jerrod Niemann
Vocals
Pitbull
Pitbull
Vocals
Derek George
Derek George
Background Vocals
Jerry McPherson
Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Will Doughty
Will Doughty
Keyboards
Robert E. McNelley, II
Robert E. McNelley, II
Electric Guitar
Blair Masters
Blair Masters
Keyboards
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Twenty1
Twenty1
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek George
Derek George
Songwriter
Lance Miller
Lance Miller
Songwriter
Brad Warren
Brad Warren
Songwriter
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerrod Niemann
Jerrod Niemann
Co-Producer
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Co-Producer

Lyrics

One thing's for sure We gonna drink all night Two things for certain We gonna be alright One thing's for sure We gonna drink all night Two things for certain We gonna be alright Dontcha look now oh the parking lots full Gonna ride that cow with a Dallas bull Everyboy in the ATL is coming DJs got those speakers thumping Got a Black Ford not a White Mercedes Walking in the front door checking out the ladies My buddy says, "Hey boys, I'm buying" The hottest girl in here's giving me the eye and Everybody knows It's gonna be one of those I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on, talking gone gone gone Turning all the wrongs into right I can drink to that all night Workin' on the sweet thing sittin' on a bar stool Doin' shots of Jack, girl gonna take it old school Singin' hell yeah to every song they're playing Do ya wanna dance? Baby, I'm just saying Everybody knows It's gonna be one of those I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on, talking gone gone gone Turning all the wrongs into right I can drink to that all night I can drink to that all night I can drink to that all night Mix the Voli with the moonshine, alright I'm a little freaky baby, I bite Drink till I fall out, I might You and your girl, I like If you don't remember, it didn't happen Could've made it in the streets But instead I made it rapping Mami wanna ride on the captain Step on the gas, full steam ahead Real-life wolf of Wallstreet, getting bread Without the dough, but the snitching Women switching, hit 'em and leave 'em twitching Me, I'm on a mission To crack a couple billion dollar companies and get missing But today I'm gonna drink all night Lose our morals, manners and minds, alright Now that I like I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high 'Bout to tie one on, talking gone gone gone Turning all the wrongs into right I can drink to that all night I can drink to that all night I can drink to that all night (all night) Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough Take your cup, fill it up You can't raise it high enough
Writer(s): Armando Perez, Derek George, Brett D. Warren, Brad D. Warren, Lance Miller, Liam Fudge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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