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Party

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Party

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See the rides pull in

And the place pack up

Only enter if you've got a dime

Saw a cutie on my right catching everybody's eye

Man nobodies going home tonight

She said she p-a-r-t-y

Took a shot of 'trone left her worries on the side

And she down for whatever, everything anything but clever

Then the track starts to play

She started singing like woah oh

Ooh she started singing like woah oh

Everybody raise your cups in the sky

Take another hit getting high off of life

Screaming like woah oh

This is my song, this is my song

Now she's drinking all her problems like a God damn alcoholic

Ain't no way she is going to remember tonight

Shawty show me how you do it, hold your drink before you lose it

Panties dropping by the end of tonight

She say she p-a-r-t-y

Took another shot now she is tripping on a guy

And she's down for whatever, ain't know way it gone be clever

Then the track starts to play

She started singing like woah oh

Ooo she started singing like woah oh

Everybody raise your cups in the sky

Take another hit getting high off of life

Screaming like woah oh

P-a-r-t-y hear she got a twin on the side like fries

Her eyes are glowing, her mind is blowing

And they better look this good in the morning

Show off the pairs, better yet I got two

And you know they all loose with ru-ruffle tattoos

Call me mike myers I'mma kill this grey goose

I'mma take my last shot and we gonna make glue

Wipe the shit off the floor, don’t take off your shoes

Girl I got a sweet tooth I can bite you if you choose

And if I catch ya man I'mma swing like babe ruth

So it’d be best for him if you kept this on the low-que

I can beat that pussy up girl I can bruise you

And talk dirty in your ear like a bluetooth

Girl put your worries in the pot add some water stir it up

And watch me make magic so long to tragic

And when we get to morning make it scramble like static

Woah oh, woah oh

Everybody raise your cups in the sky

Take another hit getting high off of life

Screaming like woah oh

This is my song this is my song

Woah oh, woah oh

Everybody raise your cups in the sky

Take another hit getting high off of life

Screaming like woah oh

This is my song this is my song

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