Lyrics:
the party"
Back in black plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd
All of my shorties in Georgia been waitin'
All of these niggas they fuck wit' been hatin'
Hit you when I touchdown
Just let it go if ion't answer by
the roof off/ like the house party intro/ im a complicated man on a simplistic mission/ to thrive by any means/ fame is not what I'm in to/ i do this cause
by the sunrise no surprise in the Presence of God we chill peace be still to those aligning in His Will / enter the Rest / rock to the rhyme of your
staring at the stars in the roof
Fantasizing about you
Bitches want in ain't enough room and the coup
But they can come party by the pool
Celebrating you
I would like to welcome you
To the garage session
Final take
Shit's real
Woop
The sun is shining down today on the coast where we sing the blues
god for a blessing
Smoking on gas everyday I be stressing
Passing hoes like a blunt in my session
Nigga got in that room and he started confessing
I
Drive you to that hotel check in
Get you undressed in a second
Her mind is a weapon
Got you on that bed stretching
Now class in session
She gon
as a tack, in track to get at the club
Bottle service reserved
Go on and po' you a cup
I sip until I throw up
My hands dance in the cut
By myself I ain't lying
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
Sippin on bacardi
[verse 3]
Standin in the yard bumpin sounds
See my homeboy in black and shout you blocking
door lift and leave me with a sore wrist
You should be impressed, yeah, it's like my first impression
I pull representer, exposition in a session
I'm
Call from a bitch want dick say it's urgent
Syrup in the toilet that shit came out my kidneys
Party upstairs with the dead who invited me
Aint shit on my
walk up into a party, you're like
Who wants to do a round of Shotguns
Everybody just be like
What are you waiting for
By now
We've hit the bowl, had
Always locked up by myself
Always locked up in my head
Pray the dream will never fade
yeah
Always locked up by myself
Always locked up in my head
and a black
I'm hood ornaments
Junkies win awards in my tournaments
My shit is listed like informants pics
You know we order hits
Planes flying, niggas is
make it to the top, one day|Now days, a fly-by|Hovercar in this spaceship, sci-fi|Give me a take into the world, bye-bye|With my pokerface, so Gaga|No
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in
the J, the I, the M
At Jimmy's, at Jimmy's
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana
Ay, Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por la
Close yo eyes and listen
Let yo ears see what I envision
What am I rapping for, I asked myself before I slipped in my black accord cuz I ain't
a landslide
Blue chucks, black skully on the left side
Keep purple in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep purple in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Birthed by a motherfuckin jungle where the birds cry
Cant be hurt by a no name pushin no weight
Born in '98 but been workin game since '08
Said no wait, we
I don't want hear ur shit, no
If u tire of been sick black-t have a way to start
It's ig genaration I was born in the g-code
Watch how we transform
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