Lyrics:
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
be alone My mind ain't clear
Throw out my phone I don't wanna hear
About your troubles about my pain
I'm doing doubles evading the change
Hide in
a party
Five am in the hotel lobby
Rolling on a bean can't shut down my body
On my way to pin ups dripped in cavalli
Met a bad little thotty that still want
Yo, Haley Arlene
Eden Entertainment
No fucks, Diiamond Royalty
This the summer time vibe
Come ride on my slip n' slide
Party all night till'
Is it okay i show up late
My girlfriend said she needs some cake
I'll drive her down the river lake
Maybe drown just by mistake
Let's go party baby
on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap
down low
Down low
In the BBM
She checkin' for my name in the BBM
I used to want a all black Beamer then
She don't really know how I seen her then
To my fellas! (whoo)! I'll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! (yeah) We gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! (ooo!) And let yo soul
my soul I sold it
I don't wanna hit ya blunt and party with you dog I'm cool
I don't wanna take advice from a failure you a fool
I don't wanna get
Honey let me lead you by the hand
Find a lap or find a chair
You can park it anywhere
Just don't rest your cheeks against my man
I said "Don't sit
goin'
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop
No stop
Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
Ugh
These girls tryna get high
These girls tryna get by
These girls tryna get fly
These girls, these girls
These girls tryna maintain
These girls
Ugh
These girls tryna get high
These girls tryna get by
These girls tryna get fly
These girls, these girls
These girls tryna maintain
These girls
Tonight is what’s up
Don’t, don’t, don’t let it pass you by
Tonight is just right
We can do it all night
The time is right
For a little bit of fun
Got my
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
please don't crowd me
Cause my security might get rowdy
Make ?em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy
Now all you freaks want to speak
deep, 10 car caravan
Monte Carlo, Regal, Honda Civic, it don't matter
Clicc built up with cliccs through the Cali land
Wesco, Rosetown, Pico, PTown
Monte,
Hurts doesn't it
Sometimes I feel like blowing my brains out on the curb
Make them see like I'm the one that really hurt
I'm as pathetic as they
Oh this party still goes on
And I still need you by my side
'Cause I know that I can't let you go
I don't want a party without you
I took you for
to the crib she say okay
And by now you know I don't play
Waiting for the trap
I could see the bait
Told me to go away
Didn't like my traits
So I sent her away
think about you all the time
Aiiih yah yah yah
Girl your always on my mind
Wait o wait o wait o wait o
By this time she for don they blow my pipe
Fine
don't see me at the party
Sometimes I wish that I could go back where I started
We all sometimes wish we could go back where we started
But that's just
sides I want more
Leads around me, creapin' by the score
Feels like an ace in the hole
Wants to get to me
But it just takes my soul
Feels like
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