Armani Of York - 4 Am, Still Partying lyrics

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Intro:Everybody grab your drinks and stick up in the air right now ... You knowwhat's comin' next ... Who's ready to party? Everybody grab somebody... This Armani of York, let's get the summer jumpin'... Verse One:We in the club tonight, so make it rightGirls bouncin' round, they outta sightJust have fun, no need to fightWell let's 'party', let me ignite youIndustry killer, just ask MichaelCuz life repeats itself in cyclesGrab a drink, or the bathroom sinkShake that ass girl, no time to thinkGrab a friend, bring the passion inSalt with tequila gotta smash it inThis Friday night, we drunk againMy crew with me and we always winThis 'Private Stock' is what we sippin' on'At Four AM, still get our tippin' onBouncin' round when we hear this songSo do the same girl, and get your party onChorus:1 AM "get it", 2 AM "get it"3 AM "get it", 4 AM "We still partying"Verse Two: I can see your sweat drip, down to your hipsThen I see you shake it off, and pound your fistSay Armani's the man, he's the businessWell you alright girl, you could be my mistressBut first, you gotta grab this ring and kiss itAnd get low, like a motherfuckin' midgetBounce on this dick, and ride with itHead out to the telly, let me slide in itThen I call up my man's, we ridin' quickWe the kings of the shit, we decided itRollin' round L.A, and we high as shitCall up Kelly dawg, to find us some bitchesWe run this city bouncin' round like switchesTryin' to stay on the low cuz we dodgin' kissesTravel round with the rock, like L.A ClippersAnd we go on stage and we dance with strippersPlay a bitch like a violin do the dishesWhen we get home girl, make you wet like fishesAnd I'll beat that pussy up, like Sid Vicious/ Verse Three:Well I'm the Ace of BaseI face and place the cakeThe weight mixed with bakin' sodaIt was nice to know yaThe bubbles in the pot lookin' really hotThere's trouble stirrin' up the rockWill circle 'round the blockAnd it won't stop until it dropsLike these bitches on the floor, just grind that corePush that ass down, then bring it up for moreAnd go and show me what you got in storeCall you Wal-Mart, baby it's all thereI would kill for you, I'd bring the warfarePorsche there, takin' you home, make 'em all starePause there, speak French like VoltaireSlide up to Paris, got a couple whores thereBouncin' round to this song, it ain't wrongEverlast, I bring the storm, you the calm