Lacs – Tylenol Lyrics

The Jager smell is all around, open the door, into the ground. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. The sunshine woke me up, I fell asleep in my truck. I looked at him, he looked at me, I filled my cup a time or three. Now doctor, doctor tell me what I did wrong. LACSTylenol Lyrics
Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall. I need a bed and I don’t even wanna hear the word work. I need some Tylenol quick so I can do it all again. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. I guess I had a heavy foot, I must have blowed the motor up. Shortly after that I go to losin my memories. Havin fun with Jimmy Bean and then I lost my memory. My stomach’s makin awful sounds, my ole head’s spinnin round. It goes bang, bang beating my head cause it hurts. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. Shut the curtains, cut the lights, and hit me up tomorrow night. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. Man, I only tried to sing every Merle Haggard song. To nights we won’t remember and to friends we won’t forget. Budd it up, hammer down, once again passed out. The problem is that I don’t know my limit at all and there’s usually nothing there to help me cushion my fall. I won’t forget that crazy trip from three spring breaks ago. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall. Leanin on and let it be the hangover recipe. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. I lost my knife, don’t you know, I bought it down in Mexico. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. The ladies say that I can get extremely friendly. Just a few cold lights and I’m through for the night, but I go to drinkin whiskey and gin. Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall.

Lacs – Worth It Lyrics

LACSWorth It Lyrics
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
I see a little number, what’s another shot or two
But I can’t stay too late I got stuff I gotta do
That’s what I said when I got here six hours ago
Shoot the shit we threw a fifth play of set em up joe
If you’re gonna be dumb, man you gotta be tough
I gotta get up in the morning and it’s gonna be rough
But the girls are looking pretty and the shine’s so smooth
Now’s a good a time as any to make my move
If I leave right now, I’ll get a couple hours sleep
Time’s flying by tonight but tomorrow it’ll creep
Yeah we working outside so I’m praying for rain
Then come tomorrow night, we’re gonna do it the same
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
Counting down days till I’m free for the week
Cut loose from the boss, get lost in the creek
Party in the woods where the law won’t ride
Get loud as you want to, go ahead and get live
Nothing like the feeling when you’re chilling getting drunk
Put the girls in the front, let them Kenwood’s bump
Head on out of town where it all goes down
Dinkin’ til’ we pass out, how we do it in the south
Yeah, might be trouble in the sunrise
Cheap shades don’t hide my red eyes
Hungover but I’m ready for the next night
Holler when it’s party time
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
Worth it, worth it
Party don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Damn, one too many girls
Party don’t stop, don’t stop

Lacs – Out Here Lyrics

LACSOut Here Lyrics
Yeah, better know where you at, out here
Just a roughneck, country bumpkin
What y’all think? Keep it coming
Close knit, we take care of her own
We’ll be here when y’all long gone
Pine trees, the black ground
Them country folks don’t back down
Betta learn how to act round
Or get your ass straight slapped down
My daddy taught me how to hold a gun
Lead and shoot, hit ’em on the run
Plow and planting, live off the land
Hunting, fishing, and how to be a man
We don’t need no grocery store
Just go to the field and get some more
We tried to tell them city folks
But they won’t ever really know
Got an old knife and an old truck
Bunch of old guns and some old stuff
I was taught to live them old ways
We’ve been doing this since them old days
We don’t need no big mansion
Just a mud hole and river landing
Crank it up, grow with us
We’ll show y’all how the country does
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
Southern talk, southern raised
I’ll be damn, I ever change
Hit that jar, pass it around
Kick back, pa gonna gonna tell ’em
Bout’ them dirt roads that dead end
Them rednecks get loose
And my four wheel drives my best friend
That Bentley ain’t gon’ do
So I creep on, to that creek bank
Bout’ drunk as hell, can’t see straight
That john boat witta’ 25, pay me no mind, ease by
No street lights flashing on
No service on my cell phone
That shine got a little bit of bite
But it goes down right, call it that home grown
Boys how you like that shotgun
Ain’t got the aim when I pop one
That buck up in the back of that truck
Them boys like damn, he got one
I shoot it, skin it, clean it, drop it in my pot to fry
If the rack is big enough, I hang it on my wall to shine
Ain’t no lie, can’t do that
Grand daddy find out, whip that ass
Redneck laws we grew up on
Take them back roads, can’t go wrong
Buddy, my bloodline and my last name
Make shit change about me
See y’all high class and I’m white trash
And that’s all I’m ever go be
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
(Out out here) Where we come from
(Out here, out here) We like to shoot our guns
(Out out here) We take care of our own
(Out here, out here) That’s where we call home
I said out here, where we come from
Out here, we like to shoot our guns
I said out here, we take care of our own
Out here, that’s where we call home
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here

Lacs – Outlaw In Me Lyrics (feat. Crucifix)

LACSOutlaw In Me Lyrics (feat. Crucifix)
I’ve been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder
A straight up whiskey pounder, till I don’t know my name
I’ve been a church goer, a front pew bible holder
A cry on my momma’s shoulder when she saw me change
But each day’s a choice, which one I’m gonna be…
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I’ve been an SOB’er, a night time bar room leaner
A go back and forth betweener, and that’s the truth
And I’ve been a come home early, get to my girl in a hurry
At night so she didn’t worry, I even said I love you
But each day’s days a choice, to love her or livin’ free…
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best man I can be
God bless outlaws, God bless outlaws
God bless outlaws like me

Lacs – Relacs Lyrics (feat. Sarah Ross)

Keep my cooler on ice and my drinks ice cold. Little somethin on the rocks. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay. Got my new feel fast,
Got my money saved up. Hear the music down the beach from a building radio. Go on,
Relax the day away. You ain’t waiting on me,
Cause I’m all packed up. We can make the boat rock if the fish don’t bite. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. We surrounded by a party so just follow the coast. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. Take the coke in the cocunut,
Mix it with the ball. One sober,
Two bad,
Three shots for me. Let your window down,
Turn off your AC. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. Come rain or shine we could party all night. Little somethin on the rocks. We can take a little walk round the bout low tide. Four past says sunny,
And everything looks lovely. I got my boots laced up and I got plenty of beer. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. Hell,
Tell me what you want baby I could be your man. It gets hotter than a sauna down here in Daytona. Go on,
Relax the day away. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay. We could dance all night til your body gets numb. There’s a party everywhere that the warm breeze blows. We still goin when the sun comes up. Swish it left to right til you feel it in your gums. Hit the corner boozin,
Got a designated driver. All up on the water,
And down up in the sand. Got to find a little smokin hot time,
Got to know a little somethin about a one point five. Pour shots to body shots doin anything you want. I don’t know if she in town but then again she might. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Sun,
Sun. Go on,
Relax. I’m just a country fly Lac boy straight from the woods and the party came to town so you know it’s all good. LACSRelacs Lyrics (feat. Summertime breeze and the sun is hot,
So come on everybody,
Take one more shot. I got to get it,
Get it goin down to Canada’s pier. I got all my girls with me and the party don’t stop,
Rockin cut off shorts and small bikini tops. Go on,
Relax. Go on,
Relax the day away. Sarah Ross)
Party don’t stop,
Don’t stop,
Don’t stop. Got a drink in your hand,
Lift up your cups. Party don’t stop,
Don’t stop,
Don’t stop. Little somethin on the rocks. Y’all don’t know the ruitine,
Got to start it off right. The pineapple moonshine,
Drop it on the top.

Decreto 77 – Yeah Right! Lyrics

Stop being lazy and lame! yeah right! Yeah right …
Pay the taxes right away – yeah right! Sunday is the family day – yeah right! DECRETO 77Yeah Right! You’re young and dumb – yeah right! Beer is not good for you! yeah right! You must be the same – yeah right! Lyrics
Hey kid go find yourself a job – yeah right! Thank even for this beautiful place
It’s god that gives us all the strength
And the religion fanatics will survive
You must be one of them to stay alive
Yeah right …
We hear the same rhetoric every f**kin’ day
We really don’t care ’bout what you say
TV, media, politics and all the society
Priests, lawyers, cops and even family
We’ll keep running our struggle
To all of you, close minded and blinded we say …
Yeah right! You gotta live by and for the system
You don’t have the right to raise your voice
What they say is exactly what you’ll do
Don’t even try to resist, you’ll get screwed! Punk rock sucks, music for slobs – yeah right!

Camilo Sesto – Piel De Angel Lyrics

CAMILO SESTOPiel De Angel Lyrics
Hoy
como mañana
y como siempre
y de enero a diciembre
Una cama blanca
como la nieve
será nuestro refugio
de seis a nueve
de seis a nueve…
Tiempo de amor
amor a oscuras
que tan solo un cigarrillo
de vez en cuando
alumbra
ese amor que vive en
penumbra
que vive en penumbra
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
Somos
conversación predilecta
de gente
que se cree perfecta
Somos
de esos amores
prohibidos
a menores
por ser como son…
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
A escondidas
piel de ángel
tengo que amarte
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde…

Niykee Heaton – Champagne Lyrics

One cup,
Tryna fill up
The spaces you left in me
[Pre-Chorus:]
I got all these, brand new addictions
I’m bound to,
I’m bound to
Anything that, stops me from thinking
About you,
About you
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Verse 2:]
Touch me, and I’m
Back to the first time
Chasing your high,
Tracing the lines
You left me, stranded,
Broken, abandoned
Live for the high,
I live for your fight
If I get this just right,
I could lay here all night
Is it too late? I’m so afraid
Poison, I need a drink
To spite you, will you
Ravage me? [Pre-Chorus:]
I got all these, brand new addictions
I’m bound to,
I’m bound to
Anything that, stops me from thinking
About you,
About you
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Pre-Bridge:]
Nu-nu-nu-numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Nu-nu-numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Bridge:]
Racin’ through my mind and I think it’s the last time,
Lips as sweet as wine, so I drink just to pass time
Make me come alive, take me high, and I can’t lie
I just wanna hide the pain
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Outro x2:]
Bring on the champagne
So I can numb the pain, numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything NIYKEE HEATONChampagne Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Late nights, waiting
Empty, fading
I want you again,
I want to again
I’m far from sober
Won’t hold me over
I can pretend,
I can pretend
If I get this just right
I could lay here all night
Is it too much?

Regurgitate – Fecal Freak Lyrics

REGURGITATEFecal Freak Lyrics
Wine and dine her in a romantic fashion
Meet her parents and make a good impression
All her friends see me as the man of their dreams
What they don’t see is my lust for the obscene
She first finds out on our wedding night
I gently disrobe her from her gown of white
I lift her thin veil with the utmost care
Then without warning I smear shit in her hair
She bites and claws with no avail
It’s too late for a reason, I’m overcome by the smell
She used to think I was the man of her dreams
But my only true love is that of the obscene

Badfinger – King Of The Load Lyrics

BADFINGERKing Of The Load Lyrics
He’s the king of the road
The old man, the child
The joker runnin’ wild, makin’ it funny
He’s of no fixed abode
When he carries the load
He’ll do anything he can to make it funny
But he’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Pick up his hat and go
If there’s reason to cry
He’ll just make it a sigh
And wander on down the road
He’s a natural friend
With the money to lend
Or whatever it takes to turn you on, too
He’s the father, the son
He don’t owe anyone
All his debts are all paid
With his confection
Then he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Just wander on down the road
Wander on down the road
[guitar solo (Pete Ham)]
And he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He never said die
He was livin’ a lie
Just wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Ahhhhh
Mmmmmmmmm
Ahhhhh.

Night Shift – Commodores Lyrics

NIGHT SHIFTCommodores Lyrics
Marvin, he was a friend of mine
And he could sing a song
His heart in every line
Marvin sang of the joy and pain
He opened up our minds
And I still can hear him say
Aw talk to me so you can see
What’s going on
Say you will sing your songs
Forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Jackie (Jackie), hey what’you doing now
It seems like yesterday
When we were working out
Jackie (Jackie, oh) you set
The world on fire
You came and gifted us
Your love it lifted us
Higher and higher
Keep it up and
We’ll be there
At your side
Oh say you will sing
Your songs forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Gonna miss your sweet voice
That soulful voice
On the nightshift
We all remember you
Ooh the songs are coming through
At the end of a long day
It’s gonna be okay
On the nightshift
You found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift

Inspectah Deck – You Already Know Lyrics

to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck:]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don’t come
It’s the legend and I’m second to none, son it’s better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon’ leave with ya head in the trunk
Sho’ nuff I’m a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don’t even give me reason to flip, it’s the season to flip
You know the drill, so don’t even resist
The kid lives with the blade, one with the jungle
Calm and I’m humble, but I said it in the rage
I’m looking for some getback, getback
I’m quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn’t have did that
Now I’m on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya’ll
I’m death in the flesh, remember my face
[Chorus] INSPECTAH DECKYou Already Know Lyrics
[Kool G. Rap:]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than ’70’s suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you’se a dead man
Noted ID’s, IV’s or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands with a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y’all talk like I’m the one to listen
I’m on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don’t chase ’em or replace ’em, I fish ’em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C.

Dan the man – Famous Dex lyrics

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh. Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet. What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
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Feel all on her butt ou wait. I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines. Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck. Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me. Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy. I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty? Famous Dex lyrics
Video man Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch. Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man
DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck. Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing. They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy. What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

Chris Brown – Party Instrumental ft. Gucci Mane & Usher

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I’m multi millionare LaFlare, this watch here cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop
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[Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
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[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby been eating her wheaties
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Party Lyrics by Chris Brown ft.