Lyrics:
time
Take a sip and pass it down the line
Shine
This old hay field just came alive
Everybodys dancin by the fireside
Were gonna be here all night
been
I've just gotta keep my head on track
I'll get by
Just like I always have before
Pick a point on a map, i'll bet it's better than here
Turn
don't gotta keep it lowkey
No the feds they is not catching me cause I got some brothers who'll do time for me (so)
By 18 you know I'll be popping so
with Chopsticks
Told my Bro let's get the money ain't no time for politics
Me and Timeline, Drake and 40
Curfew it was 7:30
We was waiting for the call
Come on party party
Fuck the party let’s get naughty
Drip drip drip drip drip
Let’s play just the tip
I rubbed it on her clit
I finished on her lip
Pipe that shit up tnt
I go by ark and plus im swiping give no fucks bout no packs
Prolly pull up dumping and drop a nigga don't give a fuck who it is
And, Oh yeah
We back with another one
I go by Mr. 3525 and this right here
This the work that gang baby
Hahahaha
Baby don't you know we count it up
caring
They copping watches for the wrist not for the time VV's glaring
Surrounded by kings you know what that brings
Got the women all staring
Even if
worry we got plenty of time to shop
Getting top by a bitch while invested in some stocks
I might fuck her friend then again I might not
Ima keep it real
time
So many bitch blowing off up in the pipeline
Copacabana, we live that jet life
Cinco de Mayo, but we're in July
We're gonna blow this party up until
you bragging about your bitch throat I had to try it by the way she eating kids bitch need to get indicted Got a Party in my pocket but ain’t nobody
one can compare
She just so mesmerizing I can’t help but stare
Bend her over pull her by the hair
I’m a give it to her right here
It’s getting hot
you tell? and if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? uh
Drive-by's and niggas die, murder
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
I come wit' it, big digits
Got 'em livid, when I quick flip it
They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic
Not a pity party, but I'm
it's a party, have a beer man
Maybe go viral
Maybe ten views
Maybe get an eyerool
Maybe get huge
But I had a good time
With a couple good lines
Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga
Didn’t wanna address the obvious but y’all forced it on me
You niggas corny
anesthetic
Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell
'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell
That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent
You'll
up)
And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's get ready for the jam
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin'
called a gift
Can really fuck you up
I was trying to be on time
But I guess the clock had died
Cuz by the time that I was ready
Had to put the shit
and it breaks
Divided now by a world in disarray
People are terrified and fvcked
It's spreading out
Will it ever have an end?
Sickness
Why us?
If only time
the shootie
Got 'em running from the paparazzi
Lodie dotie
When the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back
Don't you know it's illuminati
Make it up
Make it up
Why would I go and
Make it up
You the one
I wanted in the end
Last time
Your friend gave a fuck
She was by me
More than just
But the party's over
And it's time to leave
You crawl into my heart
Make yourself comfortable
You'll be staying quite a while
And you'll have me when
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