Lyrics:
(yeah)
We gon' show you how to party right (yeah)
So pass the uh and get the hype (yeah)
Alright, we gon' party tonight (yeah)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do
How 'bout we hit the club and
Walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto
Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers
party issa party)
Issa party at the trap house
What you need you know we got it
Issa party at the trap house
All we serve is street narcotics
Issa party
we die by the gun's kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
make the record sing like rita ora,
Hook:
Told my mama I’ll be back again,
Planned it all it ain’t no accident,
Time is coming I been practicing,
Party Crashers
There's no way you start
The party without us
We get it started
Party Crashers
There's no way you start
The party without us
We get
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
to do as Americans is
Stand together and unite
We'll make sure that we assemble
America into a brand
New America there's certain rightists
That I'll never
breathe
Somewhere where it's sandy, Cali or Miami
This the only way to do never made a plan B
Can't we, get it how we live
Tonight ain't the night
at you
Gotta come to cali coz it's all that
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
Yo im tellin you your gonna love it
Tell ya boy he
To you my niggas as long as its swag, I cover league to the cash
Shawtys don dey jam me for aura
Rita Lori chics forming Rita Ora
Wan knack all the boys
to believe
We invade, we conquer and lead
[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh, the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas
Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
just Gyavour ku hie
Yow, I spit tight, with lyrics from the Holy book
Entertain while His spirit take a hold on you
Show you how we do with the God wey
the whole industry in our reach
It's just a matter of time before we're selling seats
And I'll do it all by rapping on beats, uh
Yeah, and I don't need
or not we gone blow out the top
Got the music that'll make ya shake ya ass out
I'm tipsy so crispy i'm faded this my fifth drink
You can see just by my
get to everybody fall back
And if you ever come asking me how was the party
On that
We got party all that
Get retarded all that
Hela women, hela
sing like a primaddona
Honest, climb on it like he Peter Parker
Is it pretty how the way I flaunt it?
Baby you could be the judge like Rita Ora
He just
ready when I get there baby
Whenever I get there babe
When I get there baby
She look like Rita baby I'm loving your Ora
Now she roll with me she smoking
to me
That perhaps JLo was
Just thinking of how far we'd all come
That now we can all celebrate our asses
I don't know maybe
If she didn't have a new
and I've been doing that since I was small
Catch a flashback y'all, if I can recall
The days on the corner we watched the world go by
Or nights that
how we do
Call a limousine and say we need two
We ain’t playing games when I
Tell them guess who!
My name is Rod, and I like to party
Put one hand in
Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
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