High Five

You got a job, make money money money mula
Number one, one, you deserve a high five
You put your pants on, got some hair done
Talk a dirty dancing, high five

Uuuh uuuh uuuh
Hey, high five
Uuuh uuuh uuuh
Hey, high five

You made a friend, got a party in the west town
Slept on a bench, yeah you deserve a high five
You feeling fresh poppin' all these breathmints
Get a little tongue twist, high five

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

You help, work down, you've been having hard time
Macho macho man, high five
You got a job, make many many mula, many mula, high five
You put your pants on, got some hair done
Talk a dirty dancing, high five
You got a job, job
You made a friend, friend
You got laid, at a party in the west town

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

I've been talking a lot,
and I know you must be thinking that I'm calling the shots
I can miss all, I'm almost drinking connecting the dots
Connecting the dots, and poppin' the pops
I've been talking a lot,
and I know you must be thinking that I'm calling the shots
I can miss all, I'm almost drinking connecting the dots
Connecting the dots, and poppin' the pops



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Kurtz, Martina Sorbara, Davey Badiuk, Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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