Wretch 32 - Party Animal (Ain't No Tomorrow) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetts] Ayo, I party hard like Donae'o Gyal dem are calling me baby like I'm a day old In '98 you would've found me in Colosseum 2005, I was in a rave called KO I love being surrounded with beautiful women Too many letters, I don't wanna see no male These Postman Pats tryna hold me back Why they hanging around when they know the rope will snap? Snap, camera flash You no want your girl to Instagram that Photo'd on a beat, that's a picture backlash Them sound men play, I'm a n***a that's Bad, bad I am Every woman I had made me the man I am Yeah, skets, I be in the dance with my darg Wretch Jail time's the only birds you and your dargs get [Hook: Ghetts] Party animal, ain't no rest for the wicked And I am bad like Mike was Black gloves, white socks Leather jacket with the zips, my god Bottles with no sorrows Surrounded by models without morals All my n***as macks, no Donald's We be living like there ain't no tomorrow We drink out bottles with no sorrows Surrounded by models without morals All my n***as macks, no Donald's We be living like there ain't no tomorrow [Verse 2: Wretch 32] I left my liver in the club with my n***a and my love The paps are outside, told him bring it on the sly Told her when she don't see me, the rumour's in the skies She wanted to get loose, I left before we were tight She in the whip, staring like she never seen a star I like the top down, I ain't never seen a bra Table for the drinks, I ain't never seen a bar And I don't really see the country, I rap then I depart Ras, I'm really touching the sky Tonight, Matthew, I'm really stars in their eyes And they say curiosity k**ed the cat Well in my case, I bring the p**y to life [Hook: Ghetts] Party animal, ain't no rest for the wicked And I am bad like Mike was Black gloves, white socks Leather jacket with the zips, my god Bottles with no sorrows Surrounded by models without morals All my n***as macks, no Donald's We be living like there ain't no tomorrow We drink out bottles with no sorrows Surrounded by models without morals All my n***as macks, no Donald's We be living like there ain't no tomorrow