Lyrics:
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'mma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said,
enough
Now when you bet put up the chips
Because I don't like it when you shy
Then if you get busted go on out and get some
I'm gonna be here by and by
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
to wild party
We party like Vegas
Grand Canyon got visitors stopping by
Paparazzi camera flash
Scottsdale Tempe Phoenix Tucson Mesa etc
Got the clubs
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
WatchMeWorldWide
Mr. International, been everywhere
Ima take it to the top
Not gona settle there
Like Houdini
Hopped up on that plane
I disappeared
a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said, "Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet
myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said, "Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants
ready to (Mow)
You know they don't play
They ready to spray
Don't ever come by me I stay with a drac
I'm making my money it go to the bank
You getting no
Life of the party, yes indeed/
Come find me/
Pull a fella by his colla quick/
Look through the lineup I'm first pick/
Shake it to the left shake it
Theres a lot of women in the party
but your the only one I'm really look at shawty [x2]
It just only took me a glance too
see you back it up like you
up by my nine
I gotta get punani
Seeing my lil slami
I put it to her head I fuck it up wont get won't get beside me
Behing me
Welcome to the party with
Mic check, y'all ready to have a party out there?
I can't hear you, is Brooklyn ready to have a party out there?
Before we get started here
I
I'm Mr. Stack in my jeans NIKE, No Alexander and McQueen
I'm Mr. I match the fit with the beam Victoria, Ari, Celine
Out in LA, I met up with Sulena
I said, I'm always down to ride with my doggy
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin' lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim's
He parties and he dabbles
With the 1 percent of people who own PJs and what have you
So now his name is known
The places he get flown
Multiply by
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
Christmas time in the city I always bless my committee
Paper bag what's in it? A Ruger, doja, or pendants?
I'm beloved by every soul in my set
You ever seen a switch ?
It sound like a drum
Missed my after party
I was off the rum
When i eat her pussy
I always say yum
I'm Mr.Suited up
Treat
I don't know what you doing
But you know I'm looking for you
I don't know what you're doing
But you know I'm coming home soon
Take you on a lil
Drunk off the henny I'm lit In the party
Riding with the choppas don't even own a Harley
Lil bad hoe she lookin like a Barbie
Sliding down yo
impress
Mr blackbear I know will be very well-dressed
And if we take a photo
Then I wanna look dope, uh
I need all the hoes DMing Mike Posner
My ego's hard
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
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