Letras
This beat is sick
Baby you told you were living in the past
How did you forget we got over in the past
Living in the race fuck you're not even that fast
Ay Ay Ay Ay
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you shake that body body
Baby can you party party party
Shake it like there wasn't nothing for me
How I feel so sick and way too nauseous
I got them Christian Louis Boutin's on my pocket
Please don't temper me I'll make you acknowledge
That you weren't supposed to be my pocket rocket
Here we go go
Can we go to the show and give me bread and wine
You little hoe
Never ask how I've been
I've been poor
Hilary got some things to say go
Like go
Have you heard to the next ep no
Have you ever streamed my shit like woah
Have you like turned up to my party like no
Go party
Go party
Shake that ass like a hot tamale
Ok go
Go go go go
Bravo
So tonight you're telling me it don't flow
Speak shit whip them out the door
Straight hip now we like afro
No you don't want me going to the night club
No you don't
Well we're still going to the nightclub
Oh look I finally made it in
Oh look the lights are caving in
Oh just look it's a book I don't want to read
It's a dog I don't want to feed
It's the bitch I don't want to meet
Ay woah ay woah ay woah ay ay haha
Ay ay what ay come on ay come on ay ay
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party
Baby can you party party party