制作

出演艺人
gladde paling
gladde paling
表演者
作曲和作词
gladde paling
gladde paling
作曲

歌词

Paling
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs
Pullin' up to the parties
Tryna get a little bit tipsy (En nu de drop)
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh, woah, woah, oh
Oh, woah, woah, oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh, woah, woah, oh
Oh, woah, woah, oh (Perfect!)
Oh, woah, woah, oh (Huh?)
Oh, woah, woah, oh (What?!)
Oh, woah, woah, oh (Umph)
Oh, woah, woah, oh (Oh no)
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Nope
Blow my speakers up (Okay)
What?! Okay
Oh no
Written by: gladde paling
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