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[feat. Fat Joe & Nox] P-P-P-Party like a rockstar T-T-T-Totally, dude If there's a one I want that's totally rude I bet you, pardon but the bench [?] is so mean huge I mean I may busy [?] We close the curtains like it's Moulin Rouge I do the honors, I sip your Prada dough de [?] Gabanna Plus some kids in your mouth, call it a baby shower I ain't tryna leave, I'm tryna seduce ya I wanna crush, I wanna boof ya Girl, you so hot, I might even roof ya If this is BR [?], we call you a soushah [?] You can find me in Moscow with Timati I just slept with three chicks Call it a trilogy [Chorus:] Put your Jacob Put your Jacob Put your Jacob Put your Jacob Put your Jacob watch up in the air Now put your blunts Put your blunts SongtextePut your blunts Put your blunts Put your motherfuckin blunts in the air Now shawty got a ass And I smack that shit Smack that shit Smack that shit Now shawty want a smash We'll smash that chick Smash that chick Smash that chick Believe I been there Homie, I done that From Moscow, you know I feel [?] Where them guns clap Two-steppin in the club You know, we so much talk Homie, it's big Nox You made my doors too large Ain't a problem in this world That your boy can't solve Ain't a bitch in this world That your boy can't carve All ya tellin me [?] Have your ass up in my car Tell your friends This is more than a ménage à trois Shawty, I ain't tryna have a baby She up in my saloon [?] but she want to taste me Give it to me on the daily, baby She my number one overseas lady Aus Songtexte Mania