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Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, it's ya birthday [x2]
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Holleratche mane
So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin, she just wanna party
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
bring them back I'm Mr. Pale, pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Don't think I can lean my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside em, rhyme-side em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail
You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train
Kitchen full of bottles baby, tell me what you want again
[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm rolling up that rhinoceros
Shes jockin and it's obvious, I landed in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies
She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney

I'm aided by the shawty
I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of em, we gon leave here with 9 of em
That's 14, I'm keepin em around, I'm goin til I get tired of em
[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Cocaine on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time
To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
Take em to the house and (what)
Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I'm always going going,
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting from a Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained
[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
That's hard