My Type of Party
Ahh
Yea, Yea, Yea
Oh Shit
Yea
Oh Shit
Yea
What is this?
Who is that?
Who is that?
Its the Hip!
Yea
All up on me cause my pockets deep
Yea
Where it aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana
Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by mañana
All my spliffs be propa Zaza with grabba
Yea
Black girls under blue lights like a belly scene
Yea, I be hitting new heights I aint neva seen
Yea woah, Now im on the scene aww shit
Red dot on your head like you work for target
Fuckin all these hoes like im Mr. Marcus yea
Woah, Try me if you want I insist
Yea woah, Tricks up all my sleeves they not for kids
Yea woah, you be my lil sunshine im lil flip
Yea woah, summer time aint seen my opps out since
She gon rock her hips
Crime mob in 06'
Yea,
We just opposite
You weak im convinced
Flights up out the country I don't mean to state the obvious
Yea Mint-condition rari
In your feelings sorry
Slick rick la di da di
All my chains on this my type of party
Yea woah damn
This my type of party
Woah damn shit,This my type of party
Yea Woah shit
This my type of party yea
All these bitches on me met me once n call me daddy
Uh Damn
Woah, This my type of party damn
Yea this my type of party
Damn woah
This my type of party
She gon listen she get naughty wanna love me I so sorry
Damn I aint fuckin with no whippets uhh
Woah, But in the kitchen watch me whip it
Damn Woah, have your wifey do the dishes
Fuckin bitches on your wishlist
She a eater
Im nutritious
Uh yea
Shawty on my line she was fishing
Chai tea on me what im sippin
That's a early morning vibe
Early morning time yea
Its like 3AM
Work aint on her mind
Damn Hippy, wonder why dem niggas want no smoke
Damn skippy, uh peanut butter seats inside the rove
Young Diddy, uh I might greet my neighbors in a robe
You should train some-mo stand clear of closing doors
Hmm
Wish for something new
Got cake eat it to
Since my pockets looking pregnant all these hoes in birthday suites
Yea
And that's word to mommy
Homies snuck the 40 incase its gettin oppy
Shawty got the fatty this my type of party
This my type of party
Woah damn shit, This my type of party
Yea Woah shit
This my type of party yea
All these bitches on me met me once and call me daddy
Uh Damn
Woah, This my type of party damn
Yea this my type of party
Damn woah
This my type of party
She gon listen she get naughty wanna love me I so sorry
Yea, Yea, Yea
Oh Shit
Yea
Oh Shit
Yea
What is this?
Who is that?
Who is that?
Its the Hip!
Yea
All up on me cause my pockets deep
Yea
Where it aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana
Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by mañana
All my spliffs be propa Zaza with grabba
Yea
Black girls under blue lights like a belly scene
Yea, I be hitting new heights I aint neva seen
Yea woah, Now im on the scene aww shit
Red dot on your head like you work for target
Fuckin all these hoes like im Mr. Marcus yea
Woah, Try me if you want I insist
Yea woah, Tricks up all my sleeves they not for kids
Yea woah, you be my lil sunshine im lil flip
Yea woah, summer time aint seen my opps out since
She gon rock her hips
Crime mob in 06'
Yea,
We just opposite
You weak im convinced
Flights up out the country I don't mean to state the obvious
Yea Mint-condition rari
In your feelings sorry
Slick rick la di da di
All my chains on this my type of party
Yea woah damn
This my type of party
Woah damn shit,This my type of party
Yea Woah shit
This my type of party yea
All these bitches on me met me once n call me daddy
Uh Damn
Woah, This my type of party damn
Yea this my type of party
Damn woah
This my type of party
She gon listen she get naughty wanna love me I so sorry
Damn I aint fuckin with no whippets uhh
Woah, But in the kitchen watch me whip it
Damn Woah, have your wifey do the dishes
Fuckin bitches on your wishlist
She a eater
Im nutritious
Uh yea
Shawty on my line she was fishing
Chai tea on me what im sippin
That's a early morning vibe
Early morning time yea
Its like 3AM
Work aint on her mind
Damn Hippy, wonder why dem niggas want no smoke
Damn skippy, uh peanut butter seats inside the rove
Young Diddy, uh I might greet my neighbors in a robe
You should train some-mo stand clear of closing doors
Hmm
Wish for something new
Got cake eat it to
Since my pockets looking pregnant all these hoes in birthday suites
Yea
And that's word to mommy
Homies snuck the 40 incase its gettin oppy
Shawty got the fatty this my type of party
This my type of party
Woah damn shit, This my type of party
Yea Woah shit
This my type of party yea
All these bitches on me met me once and call me daddy
Uh Damn
Woah, This my type of party damn
Yea this my type of party
Damn woah
This my type of party
She gon listen she get naughty wanna love me I so sorry
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Writer(s): Gold Hippy
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