House Party

I'm lit aint need in askin,
I'm drip in the latest fashion/
I'm focus I don't do relaxin
Bih been groupie sents i made passion/
Thicc bih, whitta then a napkin
I'm king so I aint gotta ask her/
Head so good I think she work at NASA,/
I mean brain if you ain't thinking nasty
She go down south, Lil Wayne boosie
Pussy so hot, her nicc name Jacuzzi
Bih kinda drunc, diamonds make her woozy
Lead her straight to the darc, she call me Lil uzi
Tella her friend about the dicc, her homegirl choosey
When it comes to speakin dicc, she do it, fluid
I Put in work on it, I love floozies
When it comes to eating pussy, bih u knohow I do it

I'm succa for cornrows and Manicured toes
I'm staring and can't figure how she got up in those Shorts
I bet she had to do Beyoncé, to get them fuccas on
Jumping up and down or whatever she said in that Song
Baby keep it player what it hurt to take them off
Except a noise complaint and noccin pictures off the Wall
Or an afternoon quickie you don't have to take them Off
Straight liquor over ice come and get your rocks
A witness to Gods work cuz that body Issa blessin
Godbody poppin shit like I shoulda been a Revern
The things that she'll do 4 the God, ain't no telling
Bae, I be drillin you kno what she yellin
50 shades of gray you kno how I kill it
Deuce Bigelow you know when I'm selling



Credits
Writer(s): James Cole
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