Party
I need a bitch that know how to Party
Sipping the Henney I don't do Bacardi
After we done we go skate in a rarri
Big oh chop and you know that it's On me
I needa bitch that know how to party
Sipping the Henney I don't do Bacardi
After we done we go skate in a rarri
Big oh chop and you know that it's On me
Ducay make a bitch do what you say
I been ballin no this ain't 2k
Yea we goin slide
And make a movie
Ks goin ride
Back out the tooly
And a lot of ya niggas who knew me
Don't even know the real new me
Talk hot we goin Back out the uzi
Spinning blocks I feel like I'm toosie
Plenty of niggas that said they goin Do me
This is outta respect
No playing games
I'm aiming for heads
They want my name just make sure I'm dead
Plenty of niggas that said they goin Do me
This is outta respect
No playing games
I'm aiming for heads
They want my name
Just make sure I'm dead
Act bad
Shortie she shack it real fast
Hitting it once than I'm doing the dash
Don't need love need cash
Spending some bands
And I make it right back
I cannot cap that's a fact
He talk on bro
On the gang he get smacked
They keep on running it back
She said she liking my music
She say I'm amusing well baby girl
Don't get attached
These niggas looking so stupid
They feeling foolish
No they ain't getting back
Fuck all the talking let's do
We get straight into it
She like how I pull on her tracks
Blowing her back out
She wanna tap out
Told her not so fast
I wanna baddie that know how to
Party
No make up
Don't want no barbie
Just like Bobby I'm doing the time
He'll break loose if they take one of Mine
See a opp I'm breaking his spine
We hit a u you know it's movie
Do wha
We back out the tooly
Fuck her
Dat bitch is a groupie
Can't break bread if you not one of Mine
Or a hitter that's doing the crime
Ain't talking money you waist my Time
If you leave I'll still be fine
Mentally physically you cannot get to Me
Got k wit some brand new artillery
He screaming k he got knocked out
His misery
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
He screaming k he got knocked out his misery's
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
Sipping the Henney I don't do Bacardi
After we done we go skate in a rarri
Big oh chop and you know that it's On me
I needa bitch that know how to party
Sipping the Henney I don't do Bacardi
After we done we go skate in a rarri
Big oh chop and you know that it's On me
Ducay make a bitch do what you say
I been ballin no this ain't 2k
Yea we goin slide
And make a movie
Ks goin ride
Back out the tooly
And a lot of ya niggas who knew me
Don't even know the real new me
Talk hot we goin Back out the uzi
Spinning blocks I feel like I'm toosie
Plenty of niggas that said they goin Do me
This is outta respect
No playing games
I'm aiming for heads
They want my name just make sure I'm dead
Plenty of niggas that said they goin Do me
This is outta respect
No playing games
I'm aiming for heads
They want my name
Just make sure I'm dead
Act bad
Shortie she shack it real fast
Hitting it once than I'm doing the dash
Don't need love need cash
Spending some bands
And I make it right back
I cannot cap that's a fact
He talk on bro
On the gang he get smacked
They keep on running it back
She said she liking my music
She say I'm amusing well baby girl
Don't get attached
These niggas looking so stupid
They feeling foolish
No they ain't getting back
Fuck all the talking let's do
We get straight into it
She like how I pull on her tracks
Blowing her back out
She wanna tap out
Told her not so fast
I wanna baddie that know how to
Party
No make up
Don't want no barbie
Just like Bobby I'm doing the time
He'll break loose if they take one of Mine
See a opp I'm breaking his spine
We hit a u you know it's movie
Do wha
We back out the tooly
Fuck her
Dat bitch is a groupie
Can't break bread if you not one of Mine
Or a hitter that's doing the crime
Ain't talking money you waist my Time
If you leave I'll still be fine
Mentally physically you cannot get to Me
Got k wit some brand new artillery
He screaming k he got knocked out
His misery
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
He screaming k he got knocked out his misery's
Word to my dead niggas fed
Are you kidding me
Credits
Writer(s): Kwasi Bainn
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