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good time - mickey monday lyrics

[verse 1]
oh, okay
a|x shirt, jeans all fitted
bottle of circoc, couple bad b-tches
we’re just trying to party; when they coming over?
p-ssing out the chaser, n0body is sober
i’m with pm, chad, and breeze…can’t forget worm
and we all in this b-tch, yeah like a bad perm
the night’s young i’m just trying to do it all
g-shock wrist watch, i’m just trying to show it off
-awh- me and my crew man we all go hard
loop gang in this b-tch and we’re about to blast off
something like a rocket, can’t n0body stop him
feeling way too humble with all this money in my pockets!
they just tryna kick it; we feel a little different
but opinions change when there’s liquor in your system
yeah these b-tches tripping now, man time to kick them out
uh, tell them get to steppin’ – this is martin house!

[pre-hook]
drinks up, cup full
weed’s lit, take pulls
young and reckless, peace and unity
i’m just trying to have fun; that’s the youth in me

[hook]
we’re having a good time, they’re just trying to ruin it
shout to the fact that we’re the youngest n-ggas doin’ it
okay now we’re out of here, toodles to you b-tches
and if you’re dolled up, we’ve got the voodoo for you b-tches

we’re having a good time, they’re just trying to ruin it
shout to the fact that we’re the youngest n-ggas doin’ it
okay now we’re out of here, toodles to you b-tches
and if you’re dolled up, we’ve got the voodoo for you b-tches

[verse 2]
popping pills like they’re motrin and tylenol
so i’m higher than the rocket that i’m flying on
i’m faded; drinking blue sh-t no barbicide
i’m still k!lling n-ggas, dip them in formaldehyde!
even though my jeans are slim, slip my credit card inside
i’m just cooling, no free rides; ask my mans they might reply
feeling like a king wearing all new sh-t!
i’mma dog, i’m a dog like anubis!
nothing better than chilling with a new b-tch
call her friends over so they can do sh-t
but i’m taken, that’s what my n-ggas’ for
and we roll deep evacuate the floor
on the premises, fresher than ripen lemon twist
inside of bacardi; the party is where it’s happening
getting drunk, p-ssing out; wilding out in front of crowds
this is more than just the night; this is how we’re living life!

[pre-hook]

[hook] }2x

- mickey monday lyrics

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