Lyrics:
the party all night
The G's straight showing, so it's on all night
She's a throwed lil' mama, plus I'm loving her style
Girl it's ridiculous, let me see you
smoke weed with you by the lockers
I could be your hellboy rip to lil peep
You could be my hellgirl staying right beside me
Walking thru the party getting
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
them bring a bottle and that loud loud (Loud loud)
I'm about to throw a party
Go ahead, tell everybody
Organise the front room, move the sofa
Table by
chasing love
How much you gone take for you leave his side
Waiting on a man to mr right
Deep inside girl you know he is not the one
You just stick around
, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
I'm Kurt Cobain this ain't no Jodeci
Lil' bitch we rockstars
Pop out to the party and they notice me
Big OG
I only remember 3 days out the week
I be
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
you to a vegetable
Gas hit harder than Mr. incredible
Shawty too flexible
Mrs.Incredible
I fuck and I leave in a dash
Snap on a beat like a pic with
lane
I'm in the sleigh
She like the party she off the Mary Jane
Hang the mistletoe, drop it low
Call me Santa Claus(Fresh)
By the way I got hoes on hoes
You see, the thing about it is, we used to be them lil niggas
Now we just them niggas
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bendin' off the corner,
Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
(Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie
(If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you
(Big Ron instead of Lil Rick)
Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders, they do hit the spot
Check nuts, now what, see Mr Snake's on the block
Insect war
(fuck em)
Ricky bobby
I be wit da shit, (im wit it) Mr porta party
She wanna please me, (she down) she so talented (on ma)
She bless me on 1 knee
Dats
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
for a ride as if by Design
The party ignites like it's comin' alive
He takes you to the top, shakes you all around
Then back down - you know as he
I gave that lil bitch free game
I gave the lil nigga free game
This bitch, she give me that free brain
(Free brain, yeah)
I'm running this shit like
can party with the departed
I saw a ghost without a face, mauled off by a bear
And I admit that when we met he gave me quite a scare
But when he told
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
your ass
Go retarded (Lil' bitch)
All these girls want me (Want me)
Sippin' off Bacardi (Bacardi)
I'm filthy rich, so that's why they want me
(Slowly)
When I'm at the bus stop and you drive by in your mom's car
You tell me the bus already left
Cause you're my best friend!
When I'm at the locker
songwriter and film producer, Mr. Franklin Shepard!
I am Franklin Shepard
And I also was my class valedictorian here twenty-five long years ago
Are these
Check it out
Some rarely saw the negative cause
From the depths of one's blurred everything's now
Cleared by laws
Mad for mere seconds, in
I'm a big dude
Trapped in a lil nigga body
Nigga I don't know karate
But I'll body ya whole party
He ain't see shit
All he seen is a shottie
Next he
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