Some girls are all about it Some girls they love to let it fly Some girls can't live without it Some girls are born to make you cry About the girls of summer (What do you know, what everybody's talking about) When winter hush turns summer pink In half

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

I've got my car and my ride and my wheels When I go to Vegas When I go to Vegas, that's right I've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills I've got my girls and my boys and my girls When I go to Vegas, well that's right When I go to Vegas, well alright

All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night It's alright

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

Only the good die young You know that only the good die young You Catholic girls start much too late Oh I might as well be the one Come out Virginia, don't let 'em wait Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith Well, they showed you a statue, told

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy On the interstate doin' 180 She said, "do it for me, baby" Took a double shot and then we all went crazy White girls go crazy Black girls go crazy College girls go crazy Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work