Mayday! - Spiked Punch Lyrics
[Verse:]Somebody put a little bit of that alcoholIn my little red cup and we can drink it allM*******a, this that heat this that panamaY'all boys want a single I'm the catalogI'm like New Year shots and doughnuts in the parkin' lotAnd good pot when my music dropAnd even if I eva wanted to, I'd neva stopHol' up, m*******a, someone spiked the?[Verse 2:]We got Bloods and Crips in the parkin' lotSomebody talkin' 2 much so he might get shotThis n***a play too much and he say too muchHe from whooopty whooop and he from such and suchI'm like what the f**k? Can we all just chill?Befo I make a phone call and this s**t get realMatter fact f**k the phone call, this ain’t 06'I’m bout to knock ya out on some ol' school s**t[Verse 3:]And this a total mix of bi-coastal spitMurs Mayday, Mayday Murs, what a loco fitI got shade in the distance, sun on my backBut I keep runnin' fo' the ones who feelin' under attackHad a late night convo up with Nick CarterWent to sleep awake now I feel a bit smarterLadies in the front keepin' us a bit harderThe Punch bowl filled with the smiles of a martyr[Verse 4:]What ya think ya a part of?A world full of honorsA planet full of bombersOr a little bit of ganjaI got a crew over yonderThat wanna make world wondersWe here to party all summerAnd spike every bowl with the love down under[Chorus:]All I see is p***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta Colada (spiked punch)Show me love up in the clubGotta show a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch)Give me love up in the clubGotta give a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch)Where the love up in the club?Gotta get a lil love from the ones that I love (spiked punch)Give me drugs up in the clubGotta get a lil buzzed with the ones that I love[Verse 4:]And I ain't bout no second guessin'Broke the watch on my wrist I ain't stressin'Cash on the beat cuz it sound expensiveWhen I see what I want I ain't apprehensiveClub full of thugs tryna release tensionAnd a couple bad? Tryna give me affectionMurs in the studio givin' us lessonsOver shots of tequila makin' s**t infectious[Verse 5:]What the f**k is bachata? What's up with arata arato, what's up with my vatosDe Los east? Los no mismo, I'm not from the east coastBout to bail to the store fo' a? Of Fritos fritas, what's up with the chicas?What's up with yo homegirl? Esta la BonitaShe lookin' at me crazy, I might get her pregnantI'm way too turnt so I gotta let Wrek in[Verse 6:]And we get extra questions, 'where the hell Plex been? ''Are y'all really Tech's friends? Can ya get guests in? 'I don't need a job so this interview's overCame to pop lock till the profit is so sureThen get the closure feelin' oh so soreFrom runnin' round the planet doin' damage with no cureGive me, give me horns and confetti galoreGrabbin' everythin' in sight and we ready fo' more[Chorus:]All I see is p***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta ColadaP***y, Prada, whole lotta Colada (spiked punch)Show me love up in the clubGotta show a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch)Give me love up in the clubGotta give a lil love to the ones that I love (spiked punch)Where the love up in the club?Gotta get a lil love from the ones that I love (spiked punch)Give me drugs up in the clubGotta get a lil buzzed with the ones that I love
