Lyrics:
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I kick her off my insta
She won't waste my time big up tinder swindler (Haha yeah)
This goes out to all of those
Who never smoked
Don't party but
wanna do next
Collapsing a state by flushing oranges?
Anders Breivik Utoya party
Shoot some socialist kids
Anders Breivik Utoya party
To yellow to fight
and learn
I don't diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party
See all I'm sayin, is respect due
Those who tried
and I'm there I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, uh, don't stop
silly
Just like a hillbilly
As I make sure the beat is kept
So all the party people stay in step
Become a slave to the rhythm
Grab someone
the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, see'mon
That's right, you heard, party motherfucking people, yeah
It's like that,
pounds. That's big. Let me tell you some young people, when other people tell you you've got to witness birth because it's beautiful. No it's not. It's
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Nope, you don't want to see me clown
Nope, tomorrow sounds like right now
SLEEPY BROWN:
People have your
party and please don't be late
It's
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
jungle
Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle
My rhymes are motivating, your body responds
With the center party people gettin funky for mine
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
ain't talking Honolulu, Malibu
Shirt off like Shaka Zulu; What It Do
Big visions, big business; big deals
Step on my shoes by mistake; big deal
New
attention
40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen
Man that boy there right there be clownin he do the foo!
Hustle Charlie water that playa there
Jesus the sweetest of detest
We FIRE, y'all RETIRE
All ugly people please!, be quiet!
Hovah get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
traffic back up and
Park you know I got a big fat blunt to spark other homeboys start
Cruisin by tryin to get drunk tryin to get high sidewalk looks like
Everywhere we be we do it B.I.G When we step up in the club they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we walk the way we talk we keep it P.I.M.P (let's go)
Bill
[Chorus: Carlitta Durand]
Out on a Friday night
Fake smiles and flashing lights
Where do all the lonely people go when the party's over?
die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral,
Did he just leave a "big stain"
Had to kick him out, who he think he is, "Rick James
I want everything to be "perfect"
I got people in my livin room
know what I mean? It's
called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle
Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like
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