I LIKE TO PARTY
(Oi, Bullo)
Ayy, ayy
(Yo, Jelly)
Grrah, grrah
(Hey, Nxxre)
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, I'm-I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn that she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I-I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me
Keep it a hundred, do you want me or you want my friend?
I don't care 'bout the time that you tell me
You should've told me that from the beginnin'
I don't compete, bitch, that's what you want me to do
I'm tryna figure out how I could leave you
I-I do not wanna be rude
Think I'm fuckin' her bеstie, fucked up, I made a mеss
I wasn't 'posed to do nothin', I did not know that shit was a test
Please, I don't wanna argue, I rather rump you instead
I be missin' the way that you talk
I be missin' the way that you lay in my bed
In the party, a whole lotta women
Tryna talk my shit, let me finish
Shakin' her hips while she lookin' at me
I think that she tryna be my competition
I be goin' through pain, and she feel it
New bitch, and she one of the realest
Do a drill and lay low in the spot
Got a thottie, she givin' the drop
Feelin' be different, I'm under her covers
Finished the mission and beat up the box
Lil' bro's gon' spin when it's hot
Drill time, I put eight in the Glock
Spinnin' if I see a Makk in my vision
I bet I send my lil' brodie to flock
I'm in the party with bitches and bottles (Bottles)
Need a bitch, fat ass, like Mulatto (Mulatto)
Like, if that bitch wanna fuck up on me
I might send her the addy tomorrow (Tomorrow)
Like, shit clap to the beat, don't— like
We gon' send that bitch back in a towel
Like, like, she a lil' thot though
Please don't claim you my bitch 'cause you not though (Thootie)
Oh, that's Dee? I bet I flock that shit (Grrt, baow, baow, boom)
D-d-don't stop, keep flockin' that bitch
Gun jammed up (Boom), I was pissed
I was throwin' mad shots (Like, grrah)
How the fuck did I miss? (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
I was mad that they didn't get— (Like)
Once I upped double hands, n-'s turned into Rick' (Pussy)
Like, I'm not gon' talk about scenes
But I ran into Dee, he wasn't on
Said she love me but don't know the feelin'
How you love me? Bitch, I know the difference
Arguin' with you, now I'm out of your crib
I'm on that block, somehow I end up spinnin'
In denial, like, what am I missin'?
Off the lean, I just feel like I'm trippin'
Think I love her, how much am I sippin'?
Like, bro, how the fuck you forget she the mission?
Clap-clap, clap to the beat
I wanna see how you move with your shit
Shake-shake, shake it on me
I cannot dance, bitch, I'm totin' my grip
Like, bitch, what the fuck is you doin'?
I'm 'bout to up it and boom in this shit
Shake hips, chill with the Sweeps
But if she the line, throw a few at that bitch
Like, oh, she want my money?
I knew that bitch is a trick (Oi, Bullo)
She only really tryna come and be around me (Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah)
'Cause she know that a young n- lit
Like where the fuck was you at?
When I was just down on my dick? (Yo, Jelly)
Like, I'm with Sha in the party
And Jay right beside me if you tryna come with your sis
(Hey, Nxxre)
Free 'Dot Go, free Naz, n-
Grrah, grrah
Come and shake that shit, like
Don't let me break that shit
I'm tryna see if she take that shit
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, I'm-I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn that she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I-I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me
Ayy, ayy
(Yo, Jelly)
Grrah, grrah
(Hey, Nxxre)
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, I'm-I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn that she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I-I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me
Keep it a hundred, do you want me or you want my friend?
I don't care 'bout the time that you tell me
You should've told me that from the beginnin'
I don't compete, bitch, that's what you want me to do
I'm tryna figure out how I could leave you
I-I do not wanna be rude
Think I'm fuckin' her bеstie, fucked up, I made a mеss
I wasn't 'posed to do nothin', I did not know that shit was a test
Please, I don't wanna argue, I rather rump you instead
I be missin' the way that you talk
I be missin' the way that you lay in my bed
In the party, a whole lotta women
Tryna talk my shit, let me finish
Shakin' her hips while she lookin' at me
I think that she tryna be my competition
I be goin' through pain, and she feel it
New bitch, and she one of the realest
Do a drill and lay low in the spot
Got a thottie, she givin' the drop
Feelin' be different, I'm under her covers
Finished the mission and beat up the box
Lil' bro's gon' spin when it's hot
Drill time, I put eight in the Glock
Spinnin' if I see a Makk in my vision
I bet I send my lil' brodie to flock
I'm in the party with bitches and bottles (Bottles)
Need a bitch, fat ass, like Mulatto (Mulatto)
Like, if that bitch wanna fuck up on me
I might send her the addy tomorrow (Tomorrow)
Like, shit clap to the beat, don't— like
We gon' send that bitch back in a towel
Like, like, she a lil' thot though
Please don't claim you my bitch 'cause you not though (Thootie)
Oh, that's Dee? I bet I flock that shit (Grrt, baow, baow, boom)
D-d-don't stop, keep flockin' that bitch
Gun jammed up (Boom), I was pissed
I was throwin' mad shots (Like, grrah)
How the fuck did I miss? (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
I was mad that they didn't get— (Like)
Once I upped double hands, n-'s turned into Rick' (Pussy)
Like, I'm not gon' talk about scenes
But I ran into Dee, he wasn't on
Said she love me but don't know the feelin'
How you love me? Bitch, I know the difference
Arguin' with you, now I'm out of your crib
I'm on that block, somehow I end up spinnin'
In denial, like, what am I missin'?
Off the lean, I just feel like I'm trippin'
Think I love her, how much am I sippin'?
Like, bro, how the fuck you forget she the mission?
Clap-clap, clap to the beat
I wanna see how you move with your shit
Shake-shake, shake it on me
I cannot dance, bitch, I'm totin' my grip
Like, bitch, what the fuck is you doin'?
I'm 'bout to up it and boom in this shit
Shake hips, chill with the Sweeps
But if she the line, throw a few at that bitch
Like, oh, she want my money?
I knew that bitch is a trick (Oi, Bullo)
She only really tryna come and be around me (Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah)
'Cause she know that a young n- lit
Like where the fuck was you at?
When I was just down on my dick? (Yo, Jelly)
Like, I'm with Sha in the party
And Jay right beside me if you tryna come with your sis
(Hey, Nxxre)
Free 'Dot Go, free Naz, n-
Grrah, grrah
Come and shake that shit, like
Don't let me break that shit
I'm tryna see if she take that shit
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, I'm-I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn that she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I-I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me
Credits
Writer(s): Shavar Williams, Jaquan Corey Johnson, Nxxre, Shadon Burnell, Jay5ive
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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