M.F.P.O.T.Y.
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M.F.P.O.T.Y.
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Boy, I know that you want some of this
But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning
So we dance, so we dance
Like you're just not there
Oh, only been over here 'bout a minute
But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin'
So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there
'Cause ew
What's wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you're (ew) just not my type
And the next time I won't be so polite
'Cause hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
(This could be the mother fucking party of the year)
So you can tell to all your friend's playing cupid
But it ain't gonna work 'cause you just look foolish
Back it up, back it up, hello goodbye
Get a hold of yourself before you lose it
Baby laugh all you likebut I just might do it
Back it up, back it up, you're killin' vibes
'Cause ew
What's wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you're (ew) just not my type
And the next time I won't be so polite
'Cause hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
(This could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Yeah yeah, uh huh, yeah, let's go!
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Oh, thanks, but no thanks!
Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
(This could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
(This could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Keep it all in your pants boy
You ain't got a chance boy
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