First Night Out - 10 Years of Eats Everything Remix
Oh yeah
I said oh my god, excuse my French
Fuck that bitch, and see how he lives
See how he live, baby we gon' get it
Yeah, runnin' the rest of the year
Damn, holla babe, bring on the track, can ya hear
Oh, bring up the track, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Got it on repeat
Holla, holla, holla, holla
Yeah, holla, holla, yeah, holla, ooh
Got it on repeat
Holla, holla, yeah, holla, holla
Bigs on chart, then you run up
Come on, gimme some of your Rolex, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, I'm goin' crazy
I'm like, bitch you got hazy, oh
Ecstasy, uh
Thought he wouldn't fall in this
Gimme that shit, try me, okay
I don't give a fuck, teenage dreams, okay
Yeah, yeah
Negative, huh, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh my god, this is crazy (yeah)
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
I said oh my god, excuse my French
Fuck that bitch, and see how he lives
See how he live, baby we gon' get it
Yeah, runnin' the rest of the year
Damn, holla babe, bring on the track, can ya hear
Oh, bring up the track, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Oh my god, isn't he crazy?
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
I said oh my god, excuse my French
Fuck that bitch, and see how he lives
See how he live, baby we gon' get it
Yeah, runnin' the rest of the year
Damn, holla babe, bring on the track, can ya hear
Oh, bring up the track, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Got it on repeat
Holla, holla, holla, holla
Yeah, holla, holla, yeah, holla, ooh
Got it on repeat
Holla, holla, yeah, holla, holla
Bigs on chart, then you run up
Come on, gimme some of your Rolex, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, I'm goin' crazy
I'm like, bitch you got hazy, oh
Ecstasy, uh
Thought he wouldn't fall in this
Gimme that shit, try me, okay
I don't give a fuck, teenage dreams, okay
Yeah, yeah
Negative, huh, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh my god, this is crazy (yeah)
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
I said oh my god, excuse my French
Fuck that bitch, and see how he lives
See how he live, baby we gon' get it
Yeah, runnin' the rest of the year
Damn, holla babe, bring on the track, can ya hear
Oh, bring up the track, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Turn up the beat, yeah, turn up the beat, yeah
Oh my god, isn't he crazy?
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): Wojciech Taranczuk, Grzegorz Demianczuk
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