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Текст песни Luke Bryan - Crash My Party


Текст песни Luke Bryan - Crash My Party
It don't matter what plans I got, I can break em.
Yeah I can turn this thing around at the next red light.
And I don't mind telling all the guys I can't meet em.
Hell we can all go raise some hell on any other night.
Girl I don't care, oh I just gotta see what your wearing.
Your hair isn't put up or falling down, oh I just have to see it now.

If you wanna call me call me call me, you don't have to worry about it
Baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night, reck my plans baby that's
Alright.
This is a drop everything kinda thing.
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink.
The doors unlocked, I'll leave on the lights,
Baby you can crash my party anytime.

Ain't a spot downtown that's rocking the way that you rock me.
Ain't a bar that can make me buzz the way that you do.
I can be on the front row of the best show, and look down and see your face
On my phone and I'm gone, so long, hang on, I'll meet you in a minute or
Two.

If you wanna call me call me call me, you don't have to worry about it
Baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night, reck my plans baby that's
Alright.
This is a drop everything kinda thing.
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink.
The doors unlocked, I'll leave on the lights,
Baby you can crash my party anytime.

If it's two in the morning and your feeling lonely and wondering what I'm
Doing.

Go ahead and call me call me call me, you don't have to worry about it
Baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night, reck my plans baby that's
Alright.
This is a drop everything kinda thing.
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink.
The doors unlocked, I'll leave on the lights,
Baby you can crash my party anytime.
Baby you can crash my party anytime.
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Just broken glass fucking up my jordans Twice upon the time in the projects I done got jacked for my rolex But I keep going, let it pass Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks And my little homie kevin Been carjacking since ’87 (really doe) L.a. is like a jail cell And I
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions We ain’t losin’ playa (never), weez winnin’ Playin’ every night when we sendin’ paper chasing, grinin’ While you still chasin’ women ’round tables no lieutenants Use your own man
Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup?) with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh Aight everybody.. c'mon we out
Отдавал взамен, за рэп, гораздо больше чем ты за медь Насаживая на свой поршень тех овец Которых я цеплял как коршун пусси кэт и тебя брошу Измученный, сколько было этих случаев, сколько было этих сучек
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