Let's take a little time off I, Paid the cost ta' be the boss Im fine Your work, your bills, I'ma get them all off your mind Let me get 'em, and hit 'em up with the rhythm, Put them right where you want them, then I'ma blow your brain Diddy got the remedy for the enemies, And The Runners is the gunners, so my flow go BANG I'm on the last train to Paris, Donne-moi des bouteilles de Conjure (Gimme bottles of Conjure) see we all just came to party picture perfect for the paps, just pose and when we start going in this club you gon' start comin' off them clothes
I'm sipping on Ciroc and Red Bull, Somebody's girl is goin' get f-cked tonight Hey pretty girl, no need to be alarmed, no Cause I just wanna make you feel good, better than you ever did, dont mean no harm
Hey baby girl, you're a shining star, So let's make a movie and play your part You're looking ready, to free your soul So come home with me, let's lose control
Oh, let's not think about tomorrow, tonight Oh, let's not think about tomorrow, tonight
(So what's the hold up? Scared, scared? c'mon)
All the way up on the top floor It's time to take a toast and see you come in out them clothes
You got me high, tell me, is your rollin'? I can get you whatever you need, Tell me what is gonna take to keep this party going
baby girl, you're a shining star, So let's make a movie and play your part You're looking ready, to free your soul So come home with me, let's lose control
Oh, let's not think about tomorrow, tonight Let's not think about tomorrow, tonight Let's not think about tomorrow, tonight Let's not think about tomorrow, tonight
Hold up, pour it up, throw it up, roll it up in the papers And the put your swishes in the air Put your drinks up, and we goin' wave 'em all around In the sky like we just don't care Get the speakers loud as we can get 'em with the bass and the Treble to put the track on smash Turn me up in the headphones, these women ready for lift off so Put my voice on blast! Mags, we strapped with it Pull up on a female and attack with it Got ass? Come back wit' it 'Cause you're looking like a butter milk biscuit Picture perfect for the paps just pose And when we start going in this club You go start coming out the clothes
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