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Текст: Tyga. Black Thoughts: Vol. 2. Drink The Night Away.


Uh line full of bitches
Hard fine bitches
The shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition
Wanna know what's goin' on let me paint a picture
And if ya ain't around lemme give ya a description
Corks everywhere, hoes everywhere
Loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air
It's cups everywhere
Flashin' lights
Bottles of Patron, sitin' in the ice

[Mario:]
It's a celebration
Bottles poppin' by the cases
Tonight we goin' all get wasted
Then we goin' take off like spaceships
But I don't really want her to leave

[Tyga:]
Order bottle after bottle
She say she can't drink, ay shut up bitch swallow
(We goin drink the night away
We goin drink the night away)
Uh Mr. Rose Raw
2 piece suit cuff link on the arm
Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads
And bring the biggest bottle, mo' moet for my dawgs
We on the couch leanin' on the wall
My old bitch hit me said I seen you with them hoes
But I'm turnt up so a nigga lost his phone
I gotta find a freak take her home
Hit the light like aww
Same day different chick ya'll
Took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw
In and out the crib back and forth like ping pong
We got the game jumpin' criss cross
I'm the shit so piss off
Better yet, find me somethin' to piss on
I'm too drunk, how I take it this far
Wake up, and do it all again tomorrow

[Mario:]
It's a celebration
Bottles poppin' by the cases
Tonight we goin' all get wasted
Then we goin' take off like spaceships
But I don't really want her to leave

[Tyga:]
Order bottle after bottle
She say she can't drink, ay shut up bitch swallow
(We goin drink the night away
We goin drink the night away)

[Game:]
Uh sicker than cancer
Colder than Aspen
West side ridin' with Tyga
Tiger fur inside the Aston
Martin on the paintin' who askin'?
Got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket
And that's a coupe for you, retract the roof for you
It's a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya
Uh that's gansta, that's fly
Yo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy
Why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms
Why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta
(That's stupid)
Nah nigga smarter than Bill Gates
Clap ya hands I do it
With the sound that still make
I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake
My hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait
For me to go um, 10 times platinum
And cop mo' patron and hatin' niggas imagine

[Mario:]
It's a celebration
Tonight we goin' all get wasted
Then we goin' take off like spaceships
But I don't really want her to leave
Don't leave, don't be scared
It ain't a game, meet me in the bed
And we goin' drink the night away
Ohh I don't really want you to leave babyyy
I don't really want you to leave
Come celebrate with me baby