Miley Cyrus - Fun lyrics

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Miley Cyrus - Fun lyrics

[Intro: Miley Cyrus] If you came here to have a good time If you came here to have a good time One shot, two shot, three shot, four This the one that brings the pretty girls to the floor Swag drip drop, eatin' molly in here Party turnt up long as molly in here, and [Hook: Miley Cyrus] All pretty girls just wanna have fun All pretty girls just wanna have fun Yeah all pretty girls just wanna have fun All pretty girls just wanna have fun [Post-Hook: Miley Cyrus] Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun F-fun, f-fun, f-fun, f-fun [Verse 1: E-40] I made a detour out the game when I was hustlin' crack Made a couple of dollars, made a little bit of change, never looked back You can find me at the shootin' range practicin' bustin' gats Or in a vocal booth in the studio, bustin' raps Put some gold on my body, got my body off Carlos Rossi I'm sloppy, I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti La di da di, she like to party off molly, Bacardi Let her get naughty, a hotty up in the lobby, she stopped, she said "Fortywater, where you 'bout to be?" I said, "Follow me, follow me, follow me, b**h, room 223" You got to pay me or pay me no attention, that's how I do When you're born and raised in the V, Northern Cali, Silicon Valley [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]x2 Your baby momma love me Your baby daddy hate me Your b**h wanna f** me I said your b**h wanna f** So we gon' get it like [Verse 2: Miley Cyrus] If you came here to have a good time If you came here to have a good time, turn up Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all? [Verse 3: Juicy J] Hey n***a, I'll make it happen, turnin' her ratchet Thick chick under my arm make your chick look average Thick b**h, yeah, a big ol' a**, poke it like a cactus And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps Balling hard everyday, ratchet b**hes can't resist I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain't funny I run out of rap before I run out of money When I pop a pill, that's foreplay Now I'm all in her face like Olay I'm like "okay", I k** the p**y like OJ When I'm finished with ya woman, she gon' think we soulmates [Hook] + [Bridge]

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