Pull Up At Your Party
(Here's Jonny)
I can't fuck with shawty
Lil bitch look like a barbie
These niggas hella tardy
When I pull up at your party
I'm out here toting blicks (yeah)
I got brand new tricks (yeah)
He say he got the sicks (uhh)
I put him in the mix (yeah)
Bro the fuck, what do you mean
Your shawty kinda hella mean
That bitch think that she the queen
And that pussy ain't too clean
Lil nigga think he tough (he not)
I'm fucking on his bad lil thot
His homie jumped the fence (got shot)
He had to run the feds was hot
I thought you my bro
You came for my bro
I let that shit go (2 years ago)
I can not forgive you
You fucked on my hoe
I'm taking your business
I'm running the show
I can't tell if im bad or not
I go to church I pray a lot
First paycheck got me a plot
Grow up with my momma
My dad in the swat
Homie want some smoke
We gone put him in a casket
Shooting a three in the basket
My heart is too cold need a blanket
Swerving that Tonka
Heating the engine bitch I am blowing the gasket
(Bitch I am blowing the gasket)
(Here's Jonny)
I can't fuck with shawty
Lil bitch look like a barbie
These niggas hella tardy
When I pull up at your party
I'm out here toting blicks (yeah)
I got brand new tricks (yeah)
He say he got the sicks (uhh)
I put him in the mix (yeah)
I can't fuck with shawty
Lil bitch look like a barbie
These niggas hella tardy
When I pull up at your party
I'm out here toting blicks (yeah)
I got brand new tricks (yeah)
He say he got the sicks (uhh)
I put him in the mix (yeah)
Bro the fuck, what do you mean
Your shawty kinda hella mean
That bitch think that she the queen
And that pussy ain't too clean
Lil nigga think he tough (he not)
I'm fucking on his bad lil thot
His homie jumped the fence (got shot)
He had to run the feds was hot
I thought you my bro
You came for my bro
I let that shit go (2 years ago)
I can not forgive you
You fucked on my hoe
I'm taking your business
I'm running the show
I can't tell if im bad or not
I go to church I pray a lot
First paycheck got me a plot
Grow up with my momma
My dad in the swat
Homie want some smoke
We gone put him in a casket
Shooting a three in the basket
My heart is too cold need a blanket
Swerving that Tonka
Heating the engine bitch I am blowing the gasket
(Bitch I am blowing the gasket)
(Here's Jonny)
I can't fuck with shawty
Lil bitch look like a barbie
These niggas hella tardy
When I pull up at your party
I'm out here toting blicks (yeah)
I got brand new tricks (yeah)
He say he got the sicks (uhh)
I put him in the mix (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Randen
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