Lyrics:
my cards right
Photo free exits from baby's bedside
'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive
I'm just tryna keep my love alive
With my
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell
a party (start a party, yeah)
Tell a friend to tell somebody (tell somebody, yeah)
We about to start the party (start the party)
I told my niggas I'mma
later, goin' hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
Our lil' homie Stunna
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My party's all over before it begins
You can't pour me some old whiskey River my friend.
But I'll never smoke
And when the party's all over, she'll welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don't understand him but she does the best that she can
This good hearted
and talk to you, but it's not now
Girl, we can take it slow don't need nobody tonight
Let me see you get out on the floor, girl
We gone party all night until
We're havin' a party
Dancin' to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
The Coke's out in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Me and my
us so don’t get offended
Now don’t get it twisted
This party consists of
Bottles on bottles and only bad bitches
I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me!
I walked most of the road on my own
All on my own, we
We alive but we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone
'Cause I don't want
"Maintain the rock" "Don't stop the rock"
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
"Maintain the rock" "Don't stop the rock"
I
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
I'm frightened
Do I know exactly my husband?
That I Love You we miss you, after that
Go get brethren (grab her then)
I still act"
"Go about it, A song
Oh, I was kicked back in a rented cabana
Easin' my mind with some old Carlos Santana
Nibblin' on a banana moon pie
When I swore I saw an angel
bumper but they don't look like mermaid
I love champagne, like Damon love Vervain, let's party
Lovers, don't bring your heartache
Gangsters, don't come
won't learn the truth from me
I don't want their sympathy
You go to parties, dances and shows
I still love you but no one knows
Maybe some how, some
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
on time) terrifies me
(Church on time) makes me party
(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) no confession
(God and man) no religion
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party,
dancing to the music
played by the D.J.
on the radio
Cokes are in the icebox,
popcorn's on the table
Me
[Carlos Coy]
I see my streetz full of hustlas sellin dope
Creepin trophy truckz and buss off killa smoke
I see older folkz turn away
they disgusted
?
Shut down the whole party
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'? They don't want nothin'
You
golden kinda shine
So I rolled up hot rod
Outspoken hot shot
Know I'm gonna get it but I know that it's a long shot
I don't even care
Got her hair up in my
nuts in my hand
The punks want to front cause I got my own band
Goddamn I'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like eli's does
only heard by few
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I've been
All I know for certain is
My gummy just kicked in
Feeling no pain, she
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