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WILL.I.AM FT. DIDDY, LIL WAYNE, BRITNEY SPEARS, HIT-BOY & WAKA FLOCKA FLAME lyrics : "Scream & Shout (Remix)"

[Hook 1]
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn this %#@! up

You're gonna turn this %#@! up
You're gonna turn this %#@! up
When we up in the club

All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us

[Hook 2]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and Britney, (*##$

[Verse 1: Will.i.am]
It's rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my %#@! everywhere I go

Whole world bang this song 'cause it's cold
Ah, %#@!, I think that girl ready to go off
But she want a photo ? so I took a photo

Yeah, I took a picture with an IM photo social
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder hoe
She don't really know %#@!, so I gotta show her

Hide your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with

Will.I.Am and Britney, (*##$
Wack Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, (*##$
[Hook 3]

When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up

Just put your hands up
When we up in the club?
[Verse 2: Wack Flocka Flame]

Oh, it's time to party
Oh, it's time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out

YOLO, I'mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out

Crack a smile, Pacquiao
$#&@ the VIP, I'm in the crowd
Me and Britney, we actin' wild

It's Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou
All eyes on me, look out

Pop a beam, that's the old me
Molly's here, we don't fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear

Get a grip, shorty, you can't stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no fear

Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that

My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that
[Hook 2]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Hi! I'm Tunechi ? I give the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no #~!!@

I don't pay these haters no mind ? don't $#&@in' call me cheap
I grab life by the horns, and that (*##$ went ?beep-beep?
I swear right now I feel like 'Pac ? 'cause all eyes on me

And I don't mean to throw no Sour D's, lookin' small fries to me
And my (*##$ bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney
She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory

And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin'
These hoes think they classy? Well that's the class I'm skippin'
Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she ain't missin'

I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I've got my hoes at Drake shows

I got this %#@! on lock, no escapin' those
And I'll make that (*##$ scream, and shout, and let it all out
I'll put it in her backyard like a $#&@in' doghouse ? Tunechi!
[Hook 4]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
[Hook 2]

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