Print

(feat. Gucci Mane) [Chorus] [Ludacris:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo [Gucci Mane:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo [Ludacris:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo [Gucci Mane:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo Lets take a shot (take a shot) take a shot (take a shot) Lets take a shot (take a shot) take a shot (take a shot) [Ludacris:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo [Gucci Mane:] Party Imma party til I just can't party no mo [Verse 1:] I dun had about four five six shots yeah I'm getting wasted red pills, blue pills yeah I'm in the matrix two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five so turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live Songtextegot a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice conjure and lime got a nigga feeling nice dessert on my hip so if you gamble roll the dice when I let it off once, make a nigga think twice you got more dough then homie you gon have to show me you never say it rains like Tony Tony Tony my Chevy's outside and it's sitting on Kobe's and I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe wood grain trim, seats softer than your butt butt make the car rattle from the speakers in my trunk swishas burning slow and it got a nigga stuck but don't be a fool cause the tool's on tuck tuck [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Tell that slow bitch to bring another round we gon party til the suns up ladies rub your titties and gangsta's put your guns up money money money if you got it throw your ones up and if they ain't got it tell em shut up you dumb fuck my money stays in hand you could say I got a grip grip out to scoop my chips you could say I got a dip dip cause I talk money while these haters talk shit shit and if they keep on talking I'ma empty out a clip clip but I don't want no problems I'm just trying to get my game on take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on holla at some chicks then find a bitch to put my name on then I'ma be I'ma be the one she put that thing on I got the perfect song to make you want me want to shake shake take her to the crib I don't take her on no date date we all up in the club til the glass and table break break and all they wanna know is how much more that I can take take [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now keep the camera's flashin we about to shoot a movie a thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty she stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie while I'm stuck up on the VIP, but everything is all Gucci so I gathered all the women and we about to take a shot gone out my mind, who's there nigga knock knock, don't you hear that 808 beatin down your block keep the party going cause the party don't stop [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania