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Um, I said, the party over
We can dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fucking a chance with me

The party over, we can still dance girl
But I don't have no
So fucking take a with a nigga
Like me, yeah, me

Um, I said, the party over
We can dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fucking a chance with me

The party over, we can still dance girl
But I don't no rhythm
So fucking take a chance a nigga
me, yeah, like me

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the
fuckers getting lynched and burned
I it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On this new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them here
Hurry, I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be
I the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's over my hand
it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf summer

Sat by the fire, do gentle
Transformation to be mindless
your sweetness

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You remind me of my
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
So let me start it up and

Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame
And I'm sharing and you ain't even begin to swallow
fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is up?
Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my against your legs
And a belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm to key up
And your head lights are off I'm to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
So let me start it up and

Mmmm, it'll get outside soon (ride for it)
the streetlights sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't lie to kick it girl its cool
We slow

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
You me of my Bimmer, smash
You remind me of my