17 (feat. Packy)
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it
You say, you say, you say, you 'bout that money
You say, you say, you say that's all you doing
And I don't know how, I don't know how
You could hate on a playa, ever hate on me, on me
I'm kinda dope, a little ADD
But I've been making hella bangers since age 17, 17
My ex girl used to say that she was steady dating this rapper
Like that's all I'll be, I'll be
So, fuck that, I think I'm gonna sing so when she hears this song
She'll be like, "Who is he?"
"Who is this?"
"For real who is this?
This song is dope, who is this?"
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, yeah I get it
I'm pretty great, and you is livid
From a timid boy to hit making menace
Baby I be on my own, turning everything to gold
I ain't never afraid to touch it and I'll send it back home
I've been working on the low spending time up in the sky
Got these baby blues looking like the color in your eyes
You say you way up in the clouds passing Swishers all around
And I don't really smoke but I'm thinkin' about it now
Got me feeling way too good, got some secrets I want to tell
Just that boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud (yeah)
Just a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud (ooh)
Young boy blow the speakers out
I knew you loved me
You would wait in line for hours when them sneakers out
I used to pull up on you sneak you out the house
You could be the baddest girl and you ain't have to lose your blouse
Those days, do it like we don't know better
Do it like we might get caught, every night a new adventure
Do it like we not supposed to, do it like the opposite of what you're told to
A lot of boys will tell you yes, I'm the one that know you
We were just a couple cool, heart throbbing
No pressure, life living, young house party hopping teenagers
Don't tell us though, we ain't hearing nothing
Never get enough, don't take the cake up out the oven
If it ain't about this lovin', it must be overrated
And now I'm twenty something looking back on all this dating
Never working out, I think that's why I'm over waiting
Get back in my life again and we can get to celebrating
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it
You say, you say, you say, you 'bout that money
You say, you say, you say that's all you doing
And I don't know how, I don't know how
You could hate on a playa, ever hate on me, on me
I'm kinda dope, a little ADD
But I've been making hella bangers since age 17, 17
My ex girl used to say that she was steady dating this rapper
Like that's all I'll be, I'll be
So, fuck that, I think I'm gonna sing so when she hears this song
She'll be like, "Who is he?"
"Who is this?"
"For real who is this?
This song is dope, who is this?"
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, yeah I get it
I'm pretty great, and you is livid
From a timid boy to hit making menace
Baby I be on my own, turning everything to gold
I ain't never afraid to touch it and I'll send it back home
I've been working on the low spending time up in the sky
Got these baby blues looking like the color in your eyes
You say you way up in the clouds passing Swishers all around
And I don't really smoke but I'm thinkin' about it now
Got me feeling way too good, got some secrets I want to tell
Just that boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud (yeah)
Just a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud (ooh)
Young boy blow the speakers out
I knew you loved me
You would wait in line for hours when them sneakers out
I used to pull up on you sneak you out the house
You could be the baddest girl and you ain't have to lose your blouse
Those days, do it like we don't know better
Do it like we might get caught, every night a new adventure
Do it like we not supposed to, do it like the opposite of what you're told to
A lot of boys will tell you yes, I'm the one that know you
We were just a couple cool, heart throbbing
No pressure, life living, young house party hopping teenagers
Don't tell us though, we ain't hearing nothing
Never get enough, don't take the cake up out the oven
If it ain't about this lovin', it must be overrated
And now I'm twenty something looking back on all this dating
Never working out, I think that's why I'm over waiting
Get back in my life again and we can get to celebrating
It's a celebration baby if you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me we can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like eight pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
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Writer(s): Matthew Duda
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