Discotheque (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque (I can't get, I can't, not enough) You know you're chewing bubblegum You know what what that is But you still want some You just can't get enough Of that lovie dovie stuff

(She's got to love nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) Mum mum mum mah I'll get him hot, show him what what I've got I I wanna hold em like they do do in Texas Please

I am, I'm me I I am and I'll be I I will, you'll see Can't you see? Can't you see? Who are you to look down At what what I believe? I'm on to your thinking And how you deceive Well, you can't abuse me

You've been down too long in the midnight sea Ride the tiger You can can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what what I mean Gotta get away Oh what's becoming of me Holy Diver, yeah

I got, I got what what you need right here, right here I I think it's gonna be a hell of a night A hell of a night So we can can do whatever you like Cole World, Cole Life, Cold Blooded I I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches

I've become so numb Can Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I I need y'all to roar Now what what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in

No one stays the same (oh, oh) You know what what goes up must come down (oh, oh) Change is a thing you can can count on (oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (oh, oh) Feels like I I just woke up Like all this time I've been asleep Even though it's not who I I am I'm

I don't need love, for what what good will love do do me? Diamonds never lie to me For when love's gone, they'll lustre on Diamonds are forever, they are all I I need to please me They can can stimulate and tease me They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they

Hey, I'mma put us all on the map Gone and I I ain't lookin' back I I know they gone feel it like they tank on E I I promise baby, you can can bet the bank on me 'Cause can't nobody tell me what what I ain't gonna be no more You thinking I'mma fall, don't be so sure I

Taste, taste, she can can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy