Tech N9ne - We Just Wanna Party lyrics

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Ft. Rittz & Darrein Safron

(Intro)

Girl scout cookies ->check

151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice -> check

Hennessy, Sprite and lemon, check

Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, and orange juice -> check

(Verse: Tech N9ne)

I just want to party, hit the drink until I'm numb (CHEAH)

I'm the nigga wit the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)

Plus the 151 I'mma get ya stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)

Get the nookie when the cookies feeling good up in her lungs (CHEAH)

Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar -> (CHEAH)

Everybody want a photo wit the Nina, I'm a star -> (CHEAH)

And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun

But we just want to kick it and pick up a couple bitches

Who be lookin' so delicious, we give them all of they wishes

Then we done (done)

(Hook: Darrein Safron)

My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green

The liquor's takin' ova, and we just want to party

(This shit we) party, we just want to party

(This shit we) party, we just want to party

This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday

Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend

(Verse 2: Tech N9ne)

Saturday to Sunday she be callin' in on Monday

I live in the Boonies, if yo ride is outie, then it's like you're travelin' with a one way

We want to put D on her

We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma

She don't belong if I squeeze phone her

And he want leads on where the G's home was

Ease on, she won't get to breathe on us

Tea's gone, we bump bitches elong' us

See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her

When he's grown, he is known to sneeze on ya

Beez Holmes, we Jones'd, put the V on her

She's long, these songs get ya free dome

For the weed blown wit the tone like I'm Steve Stone bruh

Keep on, be strong, neva no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas

(Bridge: Darrein Safron)

My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green

The liquor's takin' ova, and we just want (hol' up)

(Verse 3: Rittz)

Party animal, lookin' hammered, couple of handles of

Crown, we drowned the shot cause it ain't shit for me to handle

My liquor buzz, and bitch ya weren't to quick to bust it open for the gram of molly, got her pupils huge, her hands are clamming up

Took advantage of the situation, now she dancin' to my music

When I turn around she takin' her bra and panties off

Tan lines lookin' like she just got back from Panama

City sparks flyin' like I lit a Roman candle up

Damn it just, can't think of you're name, what is it, Angela?

Pammy, Tammy, Pamela? I blame it on my Xani buzz

But plenty of my homies want to hit it, so I hand her off

Pimpin' since, and even if I can help then I'm the center of

Attention, tryna get paid, now trouble's away, ya see the symbol of

Snake and bat, the famous stars and straps, the Gucci signature

The ring that's on my pinky, ya should throw the dueces or beat me up

I'm stupid in the booth, I'm flexin' like I'm Lou Ferrigno, ya uh yeah!

(Hook)

(Outro)

Girls just want to have fun (hol' up)

Guys just want to get fucked (hol' up)

Girls just want to have fun (hol' up)

Guys just want to get fucked (hol' up)