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