Yeah
Haha
This is a mystical dance for the girls
And it goes like this (listen)

She's a party girl and she's looking for the toughest guy
I show up at her house with my street style (street style)
Today put on your Air Max, no heels (heels)
Because we're going to dance for a while

And they call her "The party girl"
She breaks it down with the beat
Today I go out with the rhythm
Handing out badges, badges, badges (prra)
Beat, beat, she breaks it down with the beat (haha)
Today I go out with the rhythm (yeah, yeah)
Handing out badges, badges, badges (brr, brr, brr)
And they call her "The party girl"
She moves the chair-beat (remix)
She breaks it down with the beat
She walks with the knife-beat, rakataka
And they call her "The party girl"
She moves the chair-beat
She breaks it down with the beat
Always with the knife-beat, rakataka (Blunted Boy)

Yeah, smoking a couple of blunts inside the BMW
She makes me feel wicked, she has an XL butt
The party boys always active, ready for the money
And the girls go all the way down, we do it as it should be, ey
In my crew zero fakes, the kitten lights up and burns
We open another champagne and I get ready for the round
We're doing the missions and breaking parties
The party girl wants me to give it to her differently

Party girl-girl
She moves the chair-beat
She breaks it down with the beat
She walks with the knife-beat
And they call her "the party girl-girl"
She moves the chair-beat
She breaks it down with the beat
She walks with the knife-beat, rakataka (tell me, dude) (ey, yeh)

Ice on neck and in the jar (ey)
The girl takes over in the trunk (auh)
Like a champion I want to drink her (eh)
Burning blunts, Gorilla Glue (Gorilla Glue)
Lower that butt while she holds onto the hood
The booties exploded (exploded), the tickets sold out (sold out)
My guys sharp, your guys dull (dull)
We're armored, the crew is active (prr, gang)
Exploded, the tickets sold out (brr)
My guys sharp, your guys dull (brr)
We're armored, the crew is active
With the donkey they ride on the motorcycle the thugs
RKT, burning Sour, throwing cuts
She brought her friend, let her behave
The hat that doesn't bother, let it rescue
If they look for marijuana, we smoke it all

Hang out, dance, twerk, party, to the floor
Itchy-itchy and we roll again
I want that ass, I'll break your boyfriend
Until you tell me "Enough", baby, I don't slow down

And they call her "The party girl"
She moves the chair-beat
She breaks it down with the beat
And she walks with the knife-beat
And they call her "the party girl-girl"
She moves the chair-beat
She breaks it down with the beat
She walks with the knife (okay? Wait, stop it there)

Bu-Bu-Bugutu, rakatabu
I'm looking for a party girl who's in the hood
I'm putting five grams inside the Backwood (yeah)
To get to the party with the crew, ey
Sho-sho-Shorty, lift up your shorts and
Show me that booty that even shows through jogging pants (ah)
You guys are characters, it's okay to make a comic
Federer in tennis, you already know my story
I go with the bandits, the party lit (brr)
I'm the Tuesday 13 of those resentful (haha)
Tony Montana told me that the world is mine (yeah)
And to look in the eyes if I distrust someone (let's go)

Go on, girl, lower it, raise it, go slow
A daring little step that I give you
Go on, girl, lower it, raise it, go slow

And the girl sticks to me because she's a slut
She's a slut-slut, she's a slut-slut
She's a slut, she's a slut-slut
She sticks to me and she's a slut
She's a slut-slut, she's a slut-slut
She's a slut, she's a slut-slut
This is the motherfucking remix
Kaleb Di Masi, baby
E-E-ECKO (Bruno LC)
Blunted Boy, yeh
Bruno LC
Tell me, dude
GZ produces

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