M.F.P.O.T.Y

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, hey Yeah, hey [Verse 1] Boy, I know that you want some of all this But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning So we dance and we dance like you're just not there (Yeah, hey) Only been over here 'bout a minute But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin' So we dance and we dance like you're just not there [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause, ew What's wrong with you? No, the problem is not my attitude But you're, ew Just not my type And the next time I won't be so polite [Chorus] 'Cause (Hey) This could be great This could be cray This could be the motherfucking party of the year Trying too hard Tryna be hot Tryna keep on talking to us when we don't care Keep it all in your pants, boy (Yeah, hey) Keep it all in your pants, boy (This could be the motherfucking party of the year) [Verse 2] So you can tell all your friends playing cupid That it ain't gonna work 'cause they just look foolish Back it up, back it up, yeah, hello, goodbye (Yeah, hey) Get a hold of yourself before you lose it Baby, laugh all you like, but I just might do it Back it up, back it up 'cause you're killin' vibes [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause, ew What's wrong with you? No, the problem is not my attitude But you're, ew Just not my type And the next time I won't be so polite [Chorus] 'Cause (Hey) This could be great This could be cray This could be the motherfucking party of the year Trying too hard Tryna be hot Tryna keep on talking to us when we don't care Keep it all in your pants, boy (Yeah, hey) Keep it all in your pants, boy (This could be the motherfucking party of the year) [Pre-Bridge] Yeah, (Yeah, hey) Uh huh Yeah (Yeah, hey) Let's go [Bridge] Hey, boy, this should be the part (Yeah, hey) This should be the part where you eat your words like Hey, boy, this should be the part (Yeah, hey) This should be the part where I kick you to the curb like Hey, boy, this should be the part (Yeah, hey) This should be the part where you eat your words like Hey, boy, this should be the part (Yeah, hey) This should be the part where I kick you to the curb like Uh, thanks, but no thanks [Chorus] 'Cause (Hey) This could be great This could be cray This could be the motherfucking party of the year Trying too hard Tryna be hot Tryna keep on talking to us when we don't care Keep it all in your pants, boy (Yeah, hey) Keep it all in your pants, boy (This could be the motherfucking party of the year) 'Cause (Hey) This could be great This could be cray This could be the motherfucking party of the year Trying too hard Tryna be hot Tryna keep on talking to us when we don't care Keep it all in your pants, boy (Yeah, hey) Keep it all in your pants, boy (This could be the motherfucking party of the year) [Outro] Keep it all in your pants, boy You ain't got a chance, boy Ha ha ha!
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Credits
- Writers
- Cher Lloyd
- Savan Kotecha
- Johan Carlsson
- MAG