Lyrics:
Hello pretty young shawty
I know, baby you want it
You gon call all your friends to my crib
Cause girl you like to party
She calling my phone
Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey
Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs
With house parties, hip hop and smoking
We could party all night, night wanna spend a night, night
Will you be my type by the end of the night, we could pillow fight
Your Missy's real nice,
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies
to spain like a superstar
Baby why not call me like a butterfly
Cause am living in a house everybody know my name
Living my life
Making this cash
Everybody
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the thots
Hen for the niggas
House party in the hills
Like for real my nigga
Westside thuglife
No chill my nigga
An the benzo look good
But dis a chevy
4
the Maybach, f*** a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs
call me Boom Boom
When I get in that Chevy bitch it's gone vroom zoom
You gone get all of this big dick monsoon
Welcome to my house
Welcome to my house
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
West Side Homies on the track you know whats
trippin' on how freaky you get
Its just a gift to G-A-be , to get to your P-A-D
Bash in your ass, inside of the be -E-D
Bust a 415 and not the 012
Now you
like a prop O
Slay your cravings with a bang
Baby call me Neo
Taste your waters like I'm Nemo
Baby, you're my steelo
Bet I already had you when I said
with mister Ginsu
John Wu nigga from the LA Zoo
Grade A ass, I filet that ass
I make that cash, I birthday bash
I wedding crash, it's the iron chef
shit
Def' rocking link, what you know about this
Baby Bash came through with the kush assist
Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
Getting higher
a see-saw, up and down
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that
There soft white baby powder, equals a they call up the Valley
Heat up in the garbage
dance like we use to BABY
Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Vocals Performed & Produced by Jai (Courtesy of Fiverr.com)
Music Written & Produced
finna kill for you
I finna dey by your side every morning and noon
Ja mukulu ja mukeke
Pade mi ni Isale baby
Ja lo faaji ja lo party
Go mukulu go mukeke
in tune
Got my fans feening for a visual
Gotta laugh it off I can't be miserable
Fuck all these fake niggas they so pitiful
I call bash like roll
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
the crowd on stages (yeah)
Birthday Bash in Atlanta was amazing ('mazing)
Went to Diddy's house with me, that's a day trip (that's a day trip)
They ain't
don't see the man-bun, man, you better run!
A chill dude, the IRS he eludes
A strong man, not afraid to throw some hands
Baby boy, you're gonna wanna call
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