Yeah (burr) Go white girl, it's ya birthday [x2] Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Holleratche mane So I got this twelve pack (burr) We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin, she just wanna party [Verse 1: Yelawolf] Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell bring them back I'm Mr. Pale, pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside em, rhyme-side em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train Kitchen full of bottles baby, tell me what you want again [Chorus:] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm rolling up that rhinoceros Shes jockin and it's obvious, I landed in your metropolis Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of em, we gon leave here with 9 of em That's 14, I'm keepin em around, I'm goin til I get tired of em [Chorus:] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Cocaine on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put em in the mood, to put em in the car Take em to the house and (what) Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth How we do it down south and (what) I'm always going going, Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing Crop dusting from a Boeing Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey) Cook it up, make a meal(ey) Gettin stupid, gettin silly Drinkin beer(ey), also chile Fucked up but I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained [Chorus:] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer Wit cha girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party Bama! We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah) Yellow, Gucci (BURR) That's hard
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