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Shwayze - West Coast Party Lyrics

Shwayze – West Coast Party Lyrics

First name Bianca, last name no-way
Bitch stole my heart like I used to in the old days
Booty so soft like the oil of the Olay
But I can’t get the bag, well okay
She one night stand me, now she can’t stand me
Every time she see me red carpet at the Grammys
It’s cool, I’m a get my chance
Just like homie from save the last dance
So save the last hit and save the last shot
Party with the pretty girls in flip flops
Chilling on the beach with the new one too
Get it, now that’s a new one-two
They say every star gotta shine
Well I guess I got mine
I’m on my own, well I’m in my zone
And I ain’t staying home tonight

Ain’t no party like a west coast party
Cause a west coast party don’t stop
You know we gone party like a west coast party
Til somebody calls the cops
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah

First name gorgeous, last name don’t-care
Don’t worry bout the haters baby they ain’t going nowhere
Tell me where you wanna go, I’ll just put the show there
They calling you a ho but it really ain’t no fair
Wardrobe crazy, hanging with Shwayze
You know I like white girls, I gotta mixed baby
Shout out to my sisters I could be your mister
Don’t be mad when my jeans don’t fit ya
Skinny dude, big dick, all about my stick shift
No I ain’t a skater but I’ll shove it in your chick quick
California veteran, New York resident
Smoking on the medicine, the next black president
Yo I crash boat parties and snag a few hotties
Party on the weekdays, sleep on the weekends
And when the sun sets were gone do it all again