Lyrics:
by family for stealing then tried to run Saying youre victim go ahead take it farther
Saying you thought you was gonna die guess that blow should've
If you weren't trying to save me then why were you climbing up ladders? Huh?
Cuz I still can't tell if that was a house party or if it was a house
the crowd kill yo self
My ego decided that he wants to play I told dude it a fill house today
Man that can't took control over me now you by Doc Masta crowd
You a never see a nigga like me
Nigga like me a nigga like me nigga like me
Yeah
Yeah
She say she wanna have my baby
I'm like Woah Woah Woah
Yeah
Hit
phone and I made couple racks
She said "Oh baby I think you need some saving"
But I'll roll up some gorilla glue I'll be blazing
I've been on this road
My family kickin me out
I don't know what to do don't know
Where to go buh fuck it
I'm sick of tha house
My homie a G he told me he bleedin
I'm ready
the music industry is messed up, baby!
I throw a pity party as I sip bacardi
Sell on! rap tapes, I don't need nobody
Ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
Its
the house, waitin for you to trip
So I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass strip
Glock parties, block parties, niggas best on burning
'Cause once
momma a better house with double Rs
Cars without keys man I love it ima push it
No I'm not no rat but I'm chasing all type of cheese
I'm in the studio I
on the gram
I'm trying to cook n---s look n---a
Get it Poppin on that Block house party
The bag she give you hit different
When she look something like a Barbie
Invite her over to your house and tell her bout the time you spent chilling with Satan down in hell
Tell her all there is to tell
Take her downtown
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
surprised
My Skalethee want me to fuck it up, I told her, slow down, baby
Not gon' lie, I'm feelin' it She off the casa, I can tell by the touch
Stupid hoe
the ground, roll by and your house is rocking
Stop by them local meets and your girl come to jump inside
Let this bass drop real quick and now she creamy-pied
You know she put it all to the side
You know she put it all to the side, yea yea
As time goes by
The shit gets deeper
The feelings get stronger
need a hand
Clothes back on told shawty I'm outta here
Straight to the sitting room and I hit another bag
My homie pulled up yo this house party mad
Oh
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He
n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****
an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it
can feel me
All of my Niggas, they still P
Know the devil trynna kill me
The world is mine
Looking at you from a cloud
Smoking that gas by that pound
fucking house
All my niggas are killas
All my niggas pull triggers
All my niggas are hittas aim at your head now the Nigga he shiva
Show off the rari
Throw
Still free First base
Yea me and Melly Like Kid n Play
Niggas a shoot up your house party
Now you need a doctor like Em and Dre
Yea you could check in
lit
Write verses
Like clicking pens
Commentate the house down
I build it up by the brick
The speed I write these verses
You swear that I'm flipping
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
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