Will I AmScream & Shout Remix

[Hook 1] When you hear this in the club You’re gonna turn this shit up (turn up bitch) You’re gonna turn this shit up (turn up bitch) You’re gonna turn this shit up (turn up bitch) When we up in the club (turn up bitch) All eyes on us (turn up) All eyes on us (let's rock) All eyes on us [Hook 2] I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out And scream and shout, and let it out We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh You are now, now rocking with Will.I.Am and Britney, bitch [Verse 1: Will.I.am] It’s rock and roll, roll Whole world know my shit everywhere I go Whole world bang this song ‘cause it’s cold Ah, shit, I think that girl ready to go off But she want a photo – so I took a photo Yeah, I took a picture with an I'm photo social Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder hoe She don’t really know shit, so I gotta show her Hide your paper, yeah I’m stackin’ paper Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper You are now, now rockin’ with Will.I.Am and Britney, bitch Wack Flocka Flame, Lil’ Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch [Hook 3] When you hear this in the club Just put your hands up Just put your hands up Just put your hands up When we up in the club… [Verse 2: Diddy] Motherfuckers I said "put your hands up turn the Fuck up right motherfucking now (oohhhh) [Verse 2: Wack Flocka Flame] Oh, it’s time to party Oh, it’s time to party Smokin’, drinkin’, no passin’ out YOLO, I’mma shout it out We party hard, we yell it out Disrespect me, knock him out Crack a smile, Pacquiao Fuck the VIP, I’m in the crowd Me and Britney, we actin’ wild It’s Waka Flame, you know my style This little chain like 40 thou All eyes on me, look out Pop a beam, that’s the old me Molly’s here, we don’t fight fair My buzz big, like Lightyear Get a grip, shorty, you can’t stand here Friends, fans and family here Outfit real, live with no fear Turn the club into a mosh pit Spend 20 bands, do a back flip Girl, drop it low, shake that My wrists rocky like A$AP This a G mix and I laced that [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne] Hi! I’m Tunechi – I give the girls my room key Money can’t buy you love, so I don’t pay for no pussy I don’t pay these haters no mind – don’t fuckin’ call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and that bitch went “beep-beep” I swear right now I feel like ‘Pac – ‘cause all eyes on me And I don’t mean to throw no Sour D’s, lookin’ small fries to me And my bitch bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory And I’m feelin’ good, I’m lookin’ good, I’m smokin’ good, I’m sippin’ These hoes think they classy? Well that’s the class I’m skippin’ Got a party in my bedroom, that’s a party she ain’t missin’ I brought her by Will.I.am, but she kept callin’ him William Only God can judge me, case closed I’ve got my hoes at Drake shows I got this shit on lock, no escapin’ those And I’ll make that bitch scream, and shout, and let it all out I’ll put it in her backyard like a fuckin’ doghouse – Tunechi! [Hook 4] I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out (Yeah, yeah) And scream and shout, and let it out (Yeah) We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh [Hook 2]
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