Walk through the door with your bro squad galore
Got your tight shirt on to score
In the club full of these whore-oscoping signs
That you employ
Your tattoos adorn
On the shaved chest you adore
With your selfies right before you chugged
A pre-game, three-shot, vodka monster pour
So cool, can't stop lookin at ya
Too sweet, we're all talkin 'bout ya
So hot, can't stop wishing that your drunken pecs will tell us that you're
Awesome
Put your axe cologne where you, hope you'll get a bone
With your hair precisely combed
To make it look perfectly windblown
Before you chugged a pre-game, three-shot, vodka pour
So cool, can't stop lookin at ya
Too sweet, we're all talkin bout ya
So hot, can't stop wishing that your drunken pecs will tell us
That you're
So dope, can't stop fallin for ya
So goat, we're all wantin for ya
So lit, can't stop listening to your coked up ego tell us about your
Dayger
Kick it
So cool, can't stop lookin at ya
Too sweet, we're all talkin 'bout ya
So hot, can't stop wishing
That your drunken pecs will tell us that you're
So dope, can't stop fallin for ya
So goat, we're all waitin for ya
So lit, can't stop listenin to your coked up ego tell us 'bout your day
So cool, can't stop lookin at ya
Too sweet, we're all talkin 'bout ya
So hot, can't stop wishing that your drunken pecs will tell us that you're
Awesome
Oh yeah
Oh you're awesome
Oh yeah
Oh you're awesome
Sick