Don't you wanna party
Put some liquor in your body
F*ck this club, let's get drunk
Why you talking to me?
Let's go stupid, where's my music
Hit that dance like you wanna abuse it
Don't say shit when I'm in my zone
Mix that shit with a little Patrón
Little more turn up, even with a boner
Baby you a dog, let me make that owner
Meet my friends and let's make plans
And let's get f*cked up while we can, right?
Cause these bitches ain't loud enough
And these niggas ain't throwing shit
Family coupe in the back of the club
And you best believe that I'm pouring shit
Feel that up in your chest
Bitch you better move like a f*cking reflex
I'm a wild out like I'm strapped in a vest
And if you want some you can be my guest
Be my guest, I'm not impressed
Now put that rookie ass nigga in a dress
Cause he ain't on much
And I'm too important
These here pumps, you can hardly afford them
Don't waste my time, or waste my drink
Out my mind, and I can't think
I'm f*cked up in this club so
Why you talking to me?
Wanna Party Video (MV)
Performed By: Future Brown
Written by: TRINITY LAURE'ALE HOME, FATIMA AL QADIRI, ASMA MAROOF, DANIEL PINEDA, JAMIE IMANIAN-FRIEDMAN
Future Brown - Wanna Party Lyrics
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Don't you wanna party
Put some liquor in your body
F*ck this club, let's get drunk
Why you talking to me?
Let's go stupid, where's my music
Hit that dance like you wanna abuse it
Don't say shit when I'm in my zone
Mix that shit with a little Patrón
Little more turn up, even with a boner
Baby you a dog, let me make that owner
Meet my friends and let's make plans
And let's get f*cked up while we can, right?
Cause these bitches ain't loud enough
And these niggas ain't throwing shit
Family coupe in the back of the club
And you best believe that I'm pouring shit
Feel that up in your chest
Bitch you better move like a f*cking reflex
I'm a wild out like I'm strapped in a vest
And if you want some you can be my guest
Be my guest, I'm not impressed
Now put that rookie ass nigga in a dress
Cause he ain't on much
And I'm too important
These here pumps, you can hardly afford them
Don't waste my time, or waste my drink
Out my mind, and I can't think
I'm f*cked up in this club so
Why you talking to me?
Put some liquor in your body
F*ck this club, let's get drunk
Why you talking to me?
Let's go stupid, where's my music
Hit that dance like you wanna abuse it
Don't say shit when I'm in my zone
Mix that shit with a little Patrón
Little more turn up, even with a boner
Baby you a dog, let me make that owner
Meet my friends and let's make plans
And let's get f*cked up while we can, right?
Cause these bitches ain't loud enough
And these niggas ain't throwing shit
Family coupe in the back of the club
And you best believe that I'm pouring shit
Feel that up in your chest
Bitch you better move like a f*cking reflex
I'm a wild out like I'm strapped in a vest
And if you want some you can be my guest
Be my guest, I'm not impressed
Now put that rookie ass nigga in a dress
Cause he ain't on much
And I'm too important
These here pumps, you can hardly afford them
Don't waste my time, or waste my drink
Out my mind, and I can't think
I'm f*cked up in this club so
Why you talking to me?
Writer: TRINITY LAURE'ALE HOME, FATIMA AL QADIRI, ASMA MAROOF, DANIEL PINEDA, JAMIE IMANIAN-FRIEDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Universal Music Publishing Group