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Netta Brielle - It’s The Weekend Lyrics (Feat. B.O.B)


Netta Brielle – It’s The Weekend Lyrics (Feat. B.O.B)

(Intro)
I want all my independent ladies
To record to the dance floor right now
This show’s right,
If you know you make better than your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend
I want you to make some noise right now
You know it’s ‘bout to go down
DJ play this, thirty motherfuckin time
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

(Verse)
Look at me mama, no hands,
I like to drop it low, when I dance
And then I go into a handstand
Make ‘em turn it up ‘cause this my gem
But God almighty, damn is this ain’t a party
Only dimes up in here, you go ahead to invite me
All my girls independent, if we got it we spend it
Now we all in here, we just go and we get it yea

(Pre-Chorus)
We got swaggers on the bottoms, spikes on the hills,
Standing on the couches like we are home for real
We only rock the doppest, the we Instagram the moment
Keep the camera focused

(Chorus x2)
Me and all my girls call up a couple friends
Get it poppin and tomorrow do the same things again like
Like it’s the weekend
Like it’s the weekend

(Verse)
Uh, man I don’t know what to tell ya
Tried to fly to Paris but I woke up in Australia
Hmm and it ain’t not hard to tell
I got money on my mind, it don’t take a fortune teller
Uh, but you could talk to my teller
I be leavin to the bank, it be comical as ever
When it come to the pleasure don’t nobody do it better
I be digging inside er like I’m tryna find treasure
Baby I go go go go go
Ain’t nobody on my level
But hell no no no no no
All about a life like it’s all I know
Bout the raybands, yea that’s all I throw
Dark liquor – that’s all I po’
Yea that’s all I po’, Yea that’s all I po’ po’
I be up all night, I’m a night owl
Give her that pipe til she pipe down
I ain’t afraid to splash in it, cowabunga, I wipe out
And my dick is longer than a lighthouse
Cuz life is shorter than biker short
So I apply the course and I’d like a torch and leave instrumentals on life support
And I’m gone

(Chorus x2)
Me and all my girls call up a couple friends
Get it poppin and tomorrow do the same things again like
Like it’s the weekend
Like it’s the weekend

(Verse)
Look at me mama, I’m in the club
I’m sippin bottles, I’m turnt up
I’m in the wrong place tryin to find love
But that’s okay cuz I don’t give a fuck
I holler but I can’t call it
Don’t know that I be on it
Going until the morning – that’s the purpose of ballin
It’s so cool in our section, yea we dancing and texting
Flexing, go ahead hit the exit yea

(Pre-Chorus)
We got swaggers on the bottoms, spikes on the hills,
Standing on the couches like we are home for real
We only rock the doppest, the we Instagram the moment
Keep the camera focused

(Chorus x2)
Me and all my girls call up a couple friends
Get it poppin and tomorrow do the same things again like
Like it’s the weekend
Like it’s the weekend

[Lyrics to It’s The Weekend by Netta Brielle (Feat. B.O.B)]
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