For all of y'all keepin young and hell, Just to live life and enjoy yourself. 'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a nigga let go, It's cool when you fucking with a nigga let go. (x2) Feel like jacking of the party, Hoes in the apartment. Rest the

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Could it last? Watch you work the room I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate And the full moon pills, got me out on the street at night Oh, put love on hold, Young Hollywood

If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong Friday night You picked the wrong place You'll be missin' out on the Best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well go on

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck We ain't going nowhere Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care. Here's to riding on the high life, A little puff and a hell yeah high five The memories, the laughs,

That's the honky tonk truth cross my broken heart I put my right hand here on this beer And swear on this bar I ain't moaning the blues I wouldn't lie to you I'm the life of the party baby since you said good bye Just ask old Joe He knows I'm here

We're gonna party all night Have the time of our life, yeah I can't fight how I'm feelin' inside We can party all night have the time of our life, girl P-par-party all night, girl Have the time of our life, girl No one else compares to you Just do what

And I'm so (bossy) Ain't I so (saucy) And my clothes (cost me) Body cold (frosty) Life of the party Always get it started Ain't I so (bossy) Ain't I so? I'm independent, got my own boo

You'll be the life of the party All you gotta do is dance Life of the party Dance, dance all you gotta do is clap Your hands, hands, hands Yes you will, now Yes you can, hey Miss Corver sister never Left your sat 'til some dancing

I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who