Cyrus, Packy - 17 lyrics
[Cyrus, Packy - 17 lyrics]
It's a celebration, baby, If you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it
You say, you say, you say
You 'bout that money you say, you say
You say that's all you doing
And I don't know how, I don't know how
You could hate on a playa, ever hate on me
On me i'm kinda dope, a little ADD
But, I've been making hella
Bangers since age 17, 17
My ex-girl used to say that she
Was steady dating this rapper
Like that's all I'll be, I'll be
So, fuck that, I think I'm gonna sing
So when she hears this song she'll
Be like, "Who is he?", "Who is this?"
"For real who is this? This song is dope
Who is this?"
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, yeah I get it
I'm pretty great, and you is livid
From a timid boy to hit making menace
Baby I be on my own
Turning everything to gold
I ain't never afraid to touch it
And I'll send it back home
I've been working on the low
Spending time up in the sky
Got these baby blues looking like
The color in your eyes
Say you way up in the clouds
Passing swishers all around
And I don't really smoke
But I'm thinkin' 'bout it now
Got me feeling way too good
Got some secrets wanna tell
Just that boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Ooh, young boy blow the speakers out
I knew you loved me
You would wait in line for
Hours when them sneakers out
I used to pull up on you
Sneak you out the house
You could be the baddest girl and you
Ain't have to lose your blouse
Those days, do it like we don't know better
Do it like we might get caught
Every night a new adventure
Do it like we not supposed to
Do it like the opposite of
What you're told to
A lot of boys will tell you yes
I'm the one that know you
We were just a couple cool, heart
Throbbing, no pressure, life living, young
House party hopping teenagers
Don't tell us though
We ain't hearing nothing never get enough
Don't take the cake up out the oven
If it ain't about this lovin'
It must be overrated
And now I'm twenty something looking
Back on all this dating never working out
I think that's why I'm over-weighting
Get back in my life again and
We can get to celebrating
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it
You say, you say, you say
You 'bout that money you say, you say
You say that's all you doing
And I don't know how, I don't know how
You could hate on a playa, ever hate on me
On me i'm kinda dope, a little ADD
But, I've been making hella
Bangers since age 17, 17
My ex-girl used to say that she
Was steady dating this rapper
Like that's all I'll be, I'll be
So, fuck that, I think I'm gonna sing
So when she hears this song she'll
Be like, "Who is he?", "Who is this?"
"For real who is this? This song is dope
Who is this?"
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, yeah I get it
I'm pretty great, and you is livid
From a timid boy to hit making menace
Baby I be on my own
Turning everything to gold
I ain't never afraid to touch it
And I'll send it back home
I've been working on the low
Spending time up in the sky
Got these baby blues looking like
The color in your eyes
Say you way up in the clouds
Passing swishers all around
And I don't really smoke
But I'm thinkin' 'bout it now
Got me feeling way too good
Got some secrets wanna tell
Just that boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood that
Had his headphones playing loud
Ooh, young boy blow the speakers out
I knew you loved me
You would wait in line for
Hours when them sneakers out
I used to pull up on you
Sneak you out the house
You could be the baddest girl and you
Ain't have to lose your blouse
Those days, do it like we don't know better
Do it like we might get caught
Every night a new adventure
Do it like we not supposed to
Do it like the opposite of
What you're told to
A lot of boys will tell you yes
I'm the one that know you
We were just a couple cool, heart
Throbbing, no pressure, life living, young
House party hopping teenagers
Don't tell us though
We ain't hearing nothing never get enough
Don't take the cake up out the oven
If it ain't about this lovin'
It must be overrated
And now I'm twenty something looking
Back on all this dating never working out
I think that's why I'm over-weighting
Get back in my life again and
We can get to celebrating
It's a celebration, baby, if you want to
Uh oh split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look
Like 8 pack muscles
And we'll party like we're 17, ooh
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17
And we'll party like we're 17, yeah
And we'll party like we're 17