Lyrics

Cooler full of cold ones Rusted out chevy Steaks over charcoal Game on the TV I ain't got a swimsuit Sure as hell gon' jump in Take another shot of Cuervo Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Cold beer, fresh deer All in the bed of my truck Ride home down 11 With a real nice haul Cause you know my boys can hunt Wash off, get high Put on my new Levis Walk in the bar, feel like rockstars We got all the ladies eyes Tell the DJ put on a fast one Top 40, find a shorty, get my groove on Three shots got me looking for a thick one The kinda girl drinks Jack all night long Cooler full of cold ones Rusted out chevy Steaks over charcoal Game on the TV I ain't got a swimsuit Sure as hell gon' jump in Take another shot of Cuervo Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the Back at the crib, fresh bib Big ol' rack of ribs Meat fall off the bone, smoke a little homegrown Yeah I got the whole party lit Now Kenny's mixing up margaritas Play pong with some pretty señoritas Booze, blunts, bad bitches and my best buds Friday night, put your motherfucking drinks up It's Friday night baby put your fucking drinks up Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the weekend Turn up on the Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up
Writer(s): Samuel Kopelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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