Lyrics:
Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
I fancy the hip rock 'n' roll sinister
I wanna be fucked and then rolled over
Cause I'm an independent woman of the 21st century
No time for
basis
Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases
This is a city full of culture and different races
Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
Just had a party with you last night
我感觉shawty you my type
Just took a glass sip full of white wine
忘了跟她去say goodbye
整个梦里都在
上瘾着不属于我的爱
Wake up
the way that it goes
We got blessed by Stone City outta KCMO
Now they recognize us every place we go
Hondas Suzukis Harleys and Kawi thangs
So Sick up in da
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit
trust)
Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me
party, we, it's that Tucson funk
Can you feel that vibe, provided by Smooth himself
The come up was the beginning, now let's party
2020 had us all
the bar
Shorty lovin' my full, gettin' her nipples hard
Asked, "what's up with the Mobb?"
"And heard y'all broke up?"
Look off in the corner my nigga P,
plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop
It’s Friday night no time to waste
Girl—put on your happy face
Let the whole world know we’re still alive
Party till the sun comes up
Drink love
It’s Friday night no time to waste
Girl—put on your happy face
Let the whole world know we’re still alive
Party till the sun comes up
Drink love
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
'em with me, yeah
And I ain't worried 'bout no creature
Know you tryna sneak, yeah
They can't sneak up on me
Way I be like CP3, yeah
I'm a Calliope
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
annihilate that nigga
'cause like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No
These Friday Nights
Yeah these movie nights
These Friday nights, the movie crimes
The party times, full of blinding lights
Lot of lovely rhymes,
Don’t be clucked by the clean-up set,
The overhead, pumping surf
Getting worked is part of the fun
Wipeouts, donuts, mullering
Hanging loose on the party
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
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