lyrics (1st verse)
Hottie Hottie, she likes to party,
i was already on Bacardi when i stumbled out the lobby,

just as long as i'm out tonight,
i might accommodate the Sprite with a toast to life,
Chitty Bang Bang rolling with a night rider,

like Hasselhoff, yeah her $$# is soft
loving how she let go,
replay The Cure while we get into Depeche Mode



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if we get locked up tonight,
make sure that we doing it right,
if i forgot your name,

here's a Sharpie and a Solo cup

(2nd verse)

we by the clothes line, she tried to pin me down
getting kind of hot, so we simmer down
she gave me "good game" and an "at'a boy"

told me mama warned her bout them Texas boys
she wanted me to take her to the Alamo,
see the Spurs and the fans in the battle mode

and got a little lost in the convo,
talking real estate in a decked out condo,
so we back track to basics,

head back to the keg, can a lady get a leg lift
i'm number 1, 3rd, and the runner up
a little bit of crown and a pep-talk

we pop lock, we raza - we salsa,
this casa, too much kielbasa,
lot of actors, no Oscars,

cheese pizza, nobody tops us

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(3rd verse)

underground, yes, like tarantulas
and show a little flash like your camera does,
put 5k down and they ran with us,

never gonna stop, i got that stamina,
4 am at Chachos, ordering them King Kong nachos,
you ain't eating all that, $20 down - all that

hold it down, if you throw it up, i make $40 bucks
almost got popped for a DUI,
until the cop got to see you cry

he said "this is a break and you should be gone..
now somebody please take this #~!!@ home"


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