I Just Wanna Party Lyrics - Trunk Muzik 0 To 60 - Yelawolf

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday 

Go, white girl, it's ya birthday 

Yelawolf mane and Gucci 

Go, white girl, it's ya birthday 

(Yeah, I know) 

Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man 

(Yeah, I know) 

So I got this twelve pack 

(Yeah, I know) 

We blow smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear 

Sayin', she just wanna party 

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Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale 

D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well 

Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel 

Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell 

Pitch and black, 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 toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers 

You don't wanna see me there 

Blindside 'em, blindside '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 muthafuckin' train 

Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again 

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I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

She just wanna 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 EA Jimmy Hendrix 

Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros 

She's jockin' and it's obvious 

I land in your metropolis 

Don't know who the baby 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 McCartney 

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 

I leave out with 9 of 'em 

That's 14 I keep around 

I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em 

I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

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 pourin', pourin' 

Slow motion got ho's 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 room, take 'em to the mouth 

How we do it down south, what 

I'm always going, going 

Ghettovison is sewing 

Plowing, growing, growing 

Crop those things I'm a brewing 

Catfish Billy, on ya grilly 

Cook it up, make a mealy 

Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly 

Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly 

Fucked up 

But I'll tell you that I can't complain 

Yelawolf and Gucci Mane 

Keepin' yo bitch in a tame 

I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

I just wanna party 

I just want, I just want 

I just wanna party 

I just want 

Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air 

We drinkin' ice cold beer 

With ya girl in my ear sayin' 

I just wanna party 

Prima, we just wanna party 

Ha, ha, ha 

Yela, Gucci, burr 

That's hard