Party (feat. Yung Que$o)
Auggie Three
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When we step in the party we going f*ck it up When we drink out the bottle we going pour it up I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough Three five of the runtz and we going get it stuffed Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush If the feds hit the spot then the work getting flushed We get the bags of the za, get it in and it's out We got the bags in the car, got the bags in the couch These niggas be mickey we know they going rat like a mouse If we catch you running your mouth, we might run in your house I ain't new to this nigga this veteran shit what i'm about And i'm steady smoking on loud so I ain't got to shout I got that drip cause I came from a drought No I don't listen to shit this ain't no word of mouth I don't f*ck with the faking it's only real inside this house Now i'm like baby come put this pill inside your mouth And she call me crazy cause I be on a paper route If that's not my lady then you won't see me take her out I be dripping so wavy a nigga pop out different now She trying have my baby she notice that i'm dripping now I go flip the bag to some more I can't settle for less I taught myself how to jugg and finesse 24/7 I get it I barely get rest I can both my eyes closed i'm still passing the test And I can have both of them bitches if I try my best And I then left most of them bitches no time for the stress You got to keep it real with yourself if you want to be the best Got keep it real or I might rip your heart out your chest Bags in the 'burban we might just pop out in a vette I make it rain in the club strippers walking out wet We gon f*ck up the party I pop up wherever i'm at Said let's get it started we sliding wherever you at Got me smoking biscotti i'm higher than planes and the jets She like to get naughty so she send me pics through a text And she ride like a Harley she like when i'm beating her back Get popped like a molly cause we go to war for a check And I pop out hardly a young nigga get to a check Every time I step my foot on they neck Ballin' like a nigga play for the Nets I'm makin plays in New York like I play for the Jets Racks in my pocket I don't got to flex No i'm not waitin in line cause they know i'm up next If you start wasting my time you getting cut off next Get out of line we might cut off your neck (Uh Uh) And I drip too much like a wave better hold your breath! I'm about my stripes you get hit with a tech like a ref And i'm blowing 3 of these O's got me feelin like Steph I told that bitch to get right or she gonna get left You know i'm back in the trap you know I never let em in I don't got no deals for the bag so you know I ain't settling These niggas nuts so we gon pop a trunk like a elephant (Uh) I'm filling my pockets with presidents! Feds on dick with no evidence Double cup it's filled with medicine I'm lit I feel like Thomas Edison They hate cause designer we stepping in We got that shit it's for sale and we mailing it I don't need no bench I eyeball when i'm scaling it We got the bags in the Rover I dip I be tailing it My pockets starting gettin dumb I got to move smart, I had to cut that bitch off she played with my heart The way that she suck the dick off we can't be apart And I get my ends all I had to do was just start And now I won't stop until i'm at the top of the charts I got a clip of hollows you'll get hit like a dart Started perfecting my craft like performing the arts And I started flipping dollars I was playin my part When we step in the party we gon f*ck it up When we drink out the bottle we gon pour it up I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough Three-five of the runtz and we gon get it stuffed! Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff! Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush If the feds hit the spot then the work gettin' flushed (We get the bags of the za get it in and it's out) (We got the bags in the car got the bags in the couch) Bags in the couch These niggas be mickey we know they gon rat like a mouse
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