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

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

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

The party over, we can still dance girl
But I have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance a nigga
me, yeah, like me

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

We're making by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, wang summer

Sat by the fire, do witness
Transformation cease to be
your sweetness

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm to see 'em
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
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
You're nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against legs
And a seat is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

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

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

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