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Yo my team Go way harder than the rest of you We don't throw parties, we throw festivals Lord, gotta forgive me, Im gone off of this Henny In the light it's just right, feel like I just might Celebrate with the fam, light this J in my hand Maybe take out this cam, demostrate for the gram Chef Gordon, watchin bitches get naked for the bands Where all the naysayers and player haters is banned How I grind, you wouldn't last a day in my Vans When I shine, the result, my name in demand Never taking advice, I'd rather take an advance Rather take a flight and vacay to Japan Damn I worked for it, fam is worth toastin' Cognac & Moet, plenty packs of Trojans Dude do it major, new Mr. Leyva Enjoying the fruits of his labor I might as well... Celebrate, for those not here Celebrate for those coming home What's good times without bad times Too busy hustling, I wish you were here Celebrate, for those not here Celebrate for those coming home Letras de cancionesWhat's good times without bad times Too busy hustling, I wish you were here Celebrate Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Celebrate Da-da-da-da-da-da Come on lets celebrate Boo-doo-doom-da-da-da Celebrate Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo yeah Let's celebrate So leave your drama at the door Vamanos, it's a rendevous so I gotta roast Lotta jokes, lotta smoke Pop bottles in every borrough and barrio Champagne made the block feel like the Bellagio Case of Dom and some dominos Dinero, Sucio and designer clothes Some of my friends, fellas, happy they're finally home [?] From Letras Mania