Lyrics

Modo Mike Emilio 495 Man it's three oh one and the bottles down Get the girls We got more chicks than seats left Fuck it We go squeeze in That there is the one I want So make sure that she's in Better buckle up Coz i'm usually known for speeding And I'm usually known for wildin' out And it's usually for no reason I go bezerk My chill button don't work They always wanna flirt Cuz I'm beard gang I'm papa smirf I do it bigger than a Vegas suite You ain't with me then take a seat Goes down seven days a week Eat, sleep, rave, repeat We go We go party till the sun come up And I don't give another-woo! And I don't give another-woo! Pour me another cup Got a chick with a bubble butt We go party till the sun come up And I don't give another-woo! I just woke up from a crazy dream That's wild Back of a limousine Damn I passed out Retro's and 80's jeans Snapback of my favourite team I came to reign supreme So you scream when I say you scream I am the dopest (dope!) Everyday I do dope shit Strut the city in dope kicks And I walk around like I own it Man me you cannot see I just tinted out my new V I am G double O D Baby Stephen curry from three We go We go party till the sun come up And I don't give another-woo! And I don't give another-woo! Pour me another cup Got a chick with a bubble butt We go party till the sun come up And I don't give another-woo!
Writer(s): Mikael Emil Lennart Wennergren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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