Lyrics
Two Ks
I party way too much
BACARDí drinks and shots
She's in all of the mosh pits
I bet that she can box
And she rocks her pum pum shorts
She bangs regular squats
Haters stare from afar
Gyal don't care 'bout all that
Hands in the air, let me see
Hands in the air, let me see
Come, let's share body heat
I'll help burn calories
Red card for the haters
'Cause they don't wanna see you score
Let's kick off with the lights off
I really wanna see you score
Don't really care what they say
Nah, nah, nah
You remember yesterday?
Nah, nah, nah
What's with the lights on in my face?
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the
Oh, I love being me
Love, love, love being me
The shoes don't fit on my feet
I've never been the type to squeeze
Oh nah, it's not that deep
All of them just think you're a freak
Cause they live their lives through screens
But I don't wanna talk 'bout all that
Hands in the air, let me see
Hands in the air, let me see
Dirty talk, Japanese
Spanish, French body
Pick up where we left off
Show me that you're big in the game
And I heard that you're a boxer
So why don't we beat for days?
Don't really care what they say
Nah, nah, nah
You remember yesterday?
Nah, nah, nah
What's with the lights on in my face?
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the
Alright, alright, alright, I've got one, I've got one
What'd you call a big-headed chick?
Blud, I don't know, I don't know, but it better be a good joke
Kanye-lingus
I used to pray for a blackout
Now I've got a car that's blacked out (winning, winning)
CD marked in Morrisons
That's the return of the mack now (winning, winning)
Man still walk with the drumsticks
So I know everyting gravy (everyting gravy)
So I might just give you a spud
If you're standing with the girl that I mash down (woo)
How much time can I kill it?
OJ god when I spit
The whole world know that I did it
Uh, tell me that I didn't
32Ks, now, tell me that's a riddim
They watch me, they clock me, they stop me, they ask me
For pictures, next minute, they tell me I'm the trillest
I don't wanna see nobody I phone
Get your freak on, so I go, so I go
So I, go
Don't really care what they say
Nah, nah, nah
You remember yesterday?
Nah, nah, nah
What's with the lights on in my face?
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the lights, lights, lights
Turn off, turn off the
WRITERS
JERMAINE SINCLAIRE SCOTT, SHAKKA MALCOLM PHILIP
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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