Good Times

Fresh in tuxedo
And am fly like an eagle
My touch down needs no Heathrow
Fresh to death and the spot is packed with people
I can't wait to mingle
Having a good time is my motto
Mommy pick your bottle
It's all on me because am blowing money like a dude who just won the lotto
See my boys in the back sipping Jack
Others in Gin girl it's a real life movie
And the grip is shooting the scene
No directors saying cut, but you still see it on the screen
See all these girls in fly jeans
All doing their thing
And we drinking all kinds of liquor
Pouring different kinds of mixers
Life of the party
Don't wait until you're forty
Let's have a good time not to forget to get naughty
Shawty ,tell your friends we are having an after party
Till six in the morning
And am talking a lot of soaking
So let's get it cracking
Because time is flying....

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