Lyrics:
but fuck bein' modest
This what you do when you got it (pop it)
I lost my grandma, we lost Lil Keed
Had a nigga feelin' like Gotit (mama)
Party all
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
gravitated toward my ment-ality
My spiritual stamina
(God)
I've been praying Mr. Lamar
I promise
Spitting scripture on script
Splitting heads when I shift
But
fucking rich
Like what the fucks a cost
You know you the shit
I can tell by ya walk
Yea-ee-yeah
Go shawty it's ya birthday
We gone party like its ya
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
lil bitch my shawty (Yeah, ey)
She put that vag' on me
Yung Majik on it
I got me like a hunnid
Bad lil bitch my shawty
She wanna be by the palm tree
She
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
I was calm but my palms started to get sweaty stomach got queezy
you was at a party drinking bacardi i didnt like it but i just
In the party turnin up on a fuck nigga
Lil nigga cannot be my brotha if he don't bust with us
Shootin like a porn star way I make this tooly buss
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
I should be coughin'
I'm 'bout to turn it up
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
Shawty wanna party with a real
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
Party, it ain't nothing but a muthafuckin Highlands Party)
I got my hand on my strap strap on my lap running rounds in the trap rubber round a rack
Heading
'm filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
blasian ya heard
(You already know!)
When I walk thru
It might get hectic
I'm the life of the party
Make you cats feel hella threatened
Just by my presence
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
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