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letra de yup - snak the ripper

yeah, yo
so is it me or am i stupid for thinking
the weekend ain’t long enough
(yeah)
don’t speak of the week
pour some drink in my cup
because the last few days was tough
(let’s go)
cause my boys is rolling with me
and some girls are getting tipsy
acting fun
acting dumb and stuff
(ahahahaha)
i got one thing on my mind
and it’s having a good time
and i ain’t stopping till the sun comes up
(yeah)

i spent eight straight hours
in the van on the road
just arrived in your city
and i’m ready to explode
drinks start to flow
and the funny smoke blow
hotel room party
getting ready for the show
i got this feeling in my gut
it’s hard to describe
feeling deprived from having good times
tell me why
i work too much
f-ck
i feel like letting loose
spiking the juice
the viking on beat
likely produced the
damage to your ear
we party savage over here
hardly managing to stand
from all the sandwiches and beer
we just magically appear when them tops come off
ain’t talking bottles naked models
f-cking tops knocked off
i’m just sayin’ we get it in
if it’s a game we play to win
we staying till it’s over
never sober, til’ the bitter end
so if your feelin’ like i’m feeling
put ya’ hands up to the ceiling
if you know you’re ’bout to get f-cked up

(yup)(yup)
so is it me or am i stupid for thinking
the weekend ain’t long enough
(yeah)
don’t speak of the week
pour some drink in my cup
because the last few days was tough
(come on)(come on)
cause my boys is rolling with me
and some girls are getting tipsy
acting fun
acting dumb and stuff
(ahahahaha)
i got one thing on my mind
and it’s having a good time
and ain’t stopping till the sun comes up
(yup)(yup)

i’m on stage now
confused on how i got here
boozy and obnoxious
having trouble tryin’ to talk clear
probably forgot a bar or two
yada yada
got an ocean of liquor open
brewing in my bladder
the clock don’t matter
never looking
for the time
the night is young
my buzz is prime
makin’ me grimey with the rhymes
obviously saucey
rolling with a posse out the bar
so bizarre, twisted up
like the weed in a cigar
my, memory deleted
never seated, got the party rockin
part of me believes that what you say
just the bacardi talking
ain’t no stopping now
we flipping out
without a doubt
the loudest mouth you ever heard
f-cking shouting every word
and we ain’t shutting up
smoking thick to ease the pain
p-ss out wake up somewhere drunk, and do it all again
so if your feelin’ like i’m feeling
put ya’ hands up to the ceiling
if you know you’re ’bout to get f-cked up

- snak the ripper

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