letra de paid to party - federal moguls
buy me a drink
when i creep in the doors, the bouncers don’t card me
i keep a surround sound estrogen army
check those chests, oh yes, they get up on me
d-mn nice br–sts, i’m breathless, would you call me?
all balmy hot like safari
shopping is a ball but not until you’ve balled me
don’t stall me, the clocks got ticks on it
those lips talk, but how ’bout when my d-ck’s on it?
i’m no trick woman, freak you in the sink woman
we could leave now but i got another drink comin’
on the dance floor told me that she been coming
if that’s a thong then the d-mn thing’s skin colored
i want to hear slurp sounds and a chin hummin’
ain’t drinking kids, then you got another thing coming
no, literally i’m about to bust
just brace your facials for d-ld-nic thrust
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
laid back in a daze off the blaze and barley
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
all day getting play until my legs are wobbling
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
i walk in the bar and act like i own it
even though i’m broke and everyone knows it
i’m a showboat gloating, joking, smoking
spoke broken english
rounds of löwenbräus on me
i finally got my royalties
champagne taste with beer money
so after these drinks you won’t see much of me
i know she knows my reputation
chicks i been with since graduation
don’t like facing complications
she’s like paige davis in trading sp-ces
hop on into my buick regal
doing more bumps than measles
higher than seagulls or eagles
i’m diesel, what can we get, that’s illegal
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
laid back in a daze off the blaze and barley
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
all day getting play until my legs are wobbling
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
our waitress would look good but the waist is unsteady
no wide load though
she do not look so good when she’s squatting or bending
look at her ass yo
liquor tastes so good but the pockets are empty
it’s going to tempt me
our waitress looks no good but for shots i’m pretending
here we go to
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
laid back in a daze off the blaze and barley
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
all day getting play until my legs are wobbling
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
hold it lady, my drink’s not gone
turn the jukebox up, i put tupac on
is that jack fifth gone, is it hack spit warm?
just give me the rest and we won’t stay long
get my wrecked ass gone, just shrug and play along
i’d love to stay long but i’ve got to slay a bong
it’s a shame you gotta work or else you could come along
i bet you’d clean up well, but that’s another song
pick your poison q on troy son
finished the guinness and a case of molson
i can dish it out but i can’t take it
baked and run into the lake naked
fighting snakes with rakes, just made it
i’m wasted, what a day it’s been
sleep all day out all night
touring gou? courses on motor bikes
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
laid back in a daze off the blaze and barley
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
i got it made in the shade, i get paid to party
all day getting play until my legs are wobbling
now i know that you hate me, i kinda feel bad
go and get yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab
nah, put it on my tab, you know i’m good for it
i would have it now but the cou? scored sh-t
peyton manning, appointments tanning
financial planning somewhere sandy
buzz from brandy, shots of jack
21 one for each one of my plaques
off to me home stoned, i’m a yak
with two broads on my lap cracking my back
my feet up, g’s up, hoes down
we’re back at my lounge in only a towel
i’m on the prowl, a foul night owl
thurstin howell the third (word)
i’m allergic to 30 and catching a rash
go out to eat without cash and dash
just some frats with bats and crack
q and troy walsh off to rehab
hahahahaha
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