Lyrics:
gun wounds
You a punk bitch ass nigga you soft duke
I'm a young rich ass nigga who love to
Show you how a nigga get his lights blew
Teach you
coolin stayin in my lane a young nigga tryna stay focused
Really you a lame i could neva get entertained By da shit dat you posted
Do it fo da fame you
gangsta style
[Verse One]
Yo we got chicks in the living room gettin it on
and they ain't leaving till six in the morning
O is for oochie
Oh you ain't know
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
a gangsta party, all the hoes invited, aye
Yeah, I do this all the time
Aye, happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised
I told her, "Happy birthday,
her out with the tints
Eh
Young boy 2 tings i had to walk with it on me
Bod boy mood swings do make me tun up the party
And She wanna gimme punani
Fuck a group of niggas, I'm by myself, still takin' more than two
Gangsta pour me up, I'm leanin' off the drink, I'm dancin' off the juice
Oh, geek me
This for my nigga Young Bleed, ya heard me?
Young Bleed, hah hah, ungh
From the South to the West bring the noise
(Bitch I see you there, whas
Body on the side
Still I walk on by
He said run me all your shit
I just pay no mind
Two coming your way
How will I survive
Fuck that
Saw three little
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let
left the islands
This a gangsta party, all the hoes invited, aye
Yeah, I do this all the time
Aye, happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised
I told
fucked up
Can’t be yours because I’m young
And chasing money
Aye o le, Aye o le
Kin ma Se bolo, Kin sa wale
She see confidence, she no complain
Her man wan
be my office
Hol up
This a fucking Gangsta Party
Why the fuck you in here shawty
Hol up
You know my niggas lawless
You know my flow, flawless
Right
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
up "Its fucked up"
The world is run by thugs now
HO! HO! HO!
We like what now? "WHAT?!"
The world is run by thugs now
Aw shit the nights young
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too
in the spot
And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie
Dungeon Family, from
it's gangsta party
Living for the thrill and rush,
Kick s*** Jackie , like Chris tuck
Cutting up with my n**gas
Like nip tuck
We so T'd up like Lipton
my forearms exhausted
I've been thrown in my fortress
Spent four months in the forefront
We party for a fortnight
But I was too weak by the fourth
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
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