Feat. Jon Connor & Zip K
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(Hook)
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Tell the waitress bring the bottles
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Put 'em in the ice!
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I swear to God that I have many nights
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The fucking bitches live the marijuana dreamy life
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Party like it's February 29th
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Nine, nine
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We gon' party like it's February 29th
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(Verse)
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And artist like me is seen every leap year
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So lets party like a frat-house with cheap beer
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Winter premier, niggas in the street dear
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Keep this piece near, blood on my seat spear
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Let it be clear, the only thing that he fears
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Not being preferred as the black impaired(?)
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Without y'all thinking he weird
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I'm talking John P quier
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My shit sheer, I used to sweep beer
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Until then I keep the presidential
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Rollie shinning brilliant
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Feel like I'm Bill Clint
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Shawty said she wasn't going, but she still went
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Been around the world twice, but I'm still prynce
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X in her clothes, she pro'ly got the same number
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Call 'er right now, I bet you should still be spending
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Flew out to Paris, I'mma take my show further
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If you call him Pierre, in a way it's still French,
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So...
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(Hook)
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Tell the waitress bring the bottles
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Put 'em in the ice!
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I swear to God that I have many nights
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The fucking bitches live the marijuana dreamy life
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Party like it's February 29th
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Nine, nine
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We gon' party like it's February 29th
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(Verse)
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Who am i to say what I deserve and if I really deserve it?
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I get to play with these words while the world is barely keep turning
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Determined to get it, born in the city, I'm getting fed
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February 29th
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| CyHi Da Prynce |
