Last Night Lyrics & Chords By Krsna

Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
I flow sick with the rhythm
Hit em with the bassline
Step up in the club, with a cup
Never waste mine
She tell me she wanna bone
Got my number to the iphone
So she gimme that facetime
I be on that real shit
Never fake mine
Drink till I fall
So it's all through the late night
I can't even walk in a straight line
But you gotta
(Drink like its your last night)
And live like its that fast life
All a blur, don't act right
It all occurs like a flashlight
I don't remember nothin' from last night
All up in the club n
A model with a bottle and cup
Hotter than an oven
I'm all up in her gut
Have her swallowing my nut
And she lovin'
Every minute of it
Turnt up, we ain't buggin
Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
Bottle of vodka, make me feel like a rockstar
V.I.P, blowing trees like a rasta
Step on the scene
I'm dressed so clean
Haters grilling me
Looking extra mean
I'm blowing my sess
Looking extra lean
And your girl wants sex
With nothing less than me
I'm raw and i'm wasted
Bombed
Wake up in the morning
Face in my palm
Incase they are calm
I raise the alarm
Shots of patron
(Drink like its your last night)
N i'm gone like I ain't never coming back down
I'm flying
My feet never touching that ground
No lying, I be chilling in the background
If you tryna get up on my level
Better back down!
I was born to be an oddity
Ought to be on deck
Life ought to be a lottery
A monopoly, a cheque
Now she 'bout to be your ex
Coz i'm 'bout to be her next
Ain't talking 'bout the rest
I'm 'bout to be the best, like
Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Hold up, turn up loud
We about to blow it down
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night
Your last night
Your last night
Drinks up, put 'em in the sky
And drink like it's your last night