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Ludacris

[Chorus]
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
Let's take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot (take a shot)
Let's take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot (take a shot)
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo

I dun had about four five six shots
Yeah I'm getting wasted
Red pills, blue pills yeah I'm in the Matrix
Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five
So turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live
Got a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice, ice
Conjure and lime got a nigga feeling nice, nice
Dessert on my hip so if you gamble roll the dice
When I let it off once, make a nigga think twice, twice
You got more dough then homie you gon have to show me
You never say it rains like Tony Toni Tone
My Chevy's outside and it's sitting on Kobe's
And I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe
Wood grain trim, seats softer than your butt butt
Make the car rattle from the speakers in my trunk, trunk
Swishas burning slow and it got a nigga stuck, stuck
But don't be a fool cause the tool's on tuck tuck

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Tell that slow bitch to bring another round
We gon' party til the suns up
Ladies rub your titties and gangsta's put your guns up
Money, money, money if you got it throw your ones up
And if they ain't got it tell 'em shut up you dumb fuck
My money stays in hand you could say I got a grip, grip
Out to scoop my chips you could say I got a dip, dip
Cause I talk money while these haters talk shit, shit
And if they keep on talking I'ma empty out a clip, clip
But I don't want no problems I'm just trying to get my game on
Take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on
Holla at some chicks then find a bitch to put my name on
Then I'ma be I'ma be the one she put that thang on
I got the perfect song to make you want me want to shake, shake
Take her to the crib I don't take her on no date, date
We all up in the club til the glass and table break, break
And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take, take

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Now keep the camera's flashin' we about to shoot a movie
A thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty
She stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie
While I'm stuck up on the VIP, but everything is all Gucci
So I gathered all the women and we about to take a shot, shot
Gone out my mind, who's there nigga knock knock,
Don't you hear that 808 beatin' down your block, block
Keep the party going cause the party don't stop, stop

[Chorus]

Written by BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER / CRAWFORD, SHONDRAE L / EWINGS, CALVIN
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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