Party bus

Dis my type of night
And I might pull up ina party bus
I put dat on gang
Ain't nobody out as hard us
Uh Backwood rolling medical
I got killas ina jungle foreal
Try to see me get telescope
Da boy from da bottom
He came up foreal
Chain full of diamonds
It give me da chills
I get excited
When she in dem Heels
U not invited I'm still ina field
Homie might be an informant
He not ina foreign foreal
Fuk Ona hoe while u payn her bills
Work like a foreman
I come wit da mills
I get da job dne wen I'm tired
I need a spare tire for the wheel
I might crash out
Ina bently mussain
Going up a hill
Marvin Gaye
Tell me wats going on
My bitch gone off a pill
I put DaMap Ona Map
Yea I'm doing da shooting
We are not Fam
U not at da family reunion
I make a gurl come
Den dey come wit conclusions
I make her world turn goin dwn

I need a spare tire for the wheel
I gotta job hiring to kill
My Og still selling rock
Walk outa roc nation wita deal
Dis shit a panty dropper for a hoe
I'm still counting commas ina row
Her legs open up wen she present
I might tie her ass ina bow

Da picture was black and white
Da flag was red or burgundy
Life's a bitch I took her virginity
Gone internity
Fly off da planet shout out to Pluto
We land on mercury
Sticks n stones
Can't break my bones
I'm strong as hercule
Hit from da back
Make her ass shake
Smoke Ona roach out d ash tray
I do dash drag race
Distant myself get further
Cannot connect if u halfway
Da shoulder get colder
U gonna fold
And ima need back pay

Shorty turn up let's do it
She gone put her back into it
Mc hammer can't touch dis
Ima big step keep moving



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Writer(s): Donte Wallace
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