Lyrics:
I was young and I was reckless man
Moved out at seventeen and made my momma mad
I thought I had it all figured out
A pocket full of pills
Hey yo when this first started up, it was just Linkin Park
and then in the middle, came Motion Man
and at the end of it all, it was Kutmaster Kurt
your head like, "Oh, it's a bird, no, oh, no shit, it's a plane"
I did it again
Pull up to the party, tell all the women to get in the Range
All
up
Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
riding clean
A pocket full of green, and find a bad yellow
I can put up on my team
My bros riding dirty
Know your soul ain't clean
And gon' let the Lord
need hops and barley to
Throw a little party
Señorita, una mas iced tea
Hell, it's fun to go fishing
On a new slack tide
Wake up living life on the flip
How you gonna get up if you ain't never been down?
How you gonna move on if you ain't never had enough?
Give the signal advance the pill pushers
a villain, so why try?
Fuck a block, I'm throwing a Glock party
Daring niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch
That went for his but didn't pull it
Chocolate Thai
I want to take flight ya Goddamn right
It's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks
Look,
bring it to me, toot it up, don't grab me
She said ooh woo, you doing that daddy
Now take it out, put it where it should be
I don't want
a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin
Young and dumb, 21
On the run, havin' fun
Burnin' lungs, livin' once
So I'm gonna live it up
People suck so what
Get the sluts with the butts
bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year
But the L still here
racks at the ward
Spent all my money on Syrup
All these guap that im work
Spent all my money on syrup
I get the pack by the two
Doubled my cup that i
Last call in the club
Now we speeding to the after party
It's time to live it up no hate, celebrate
We all gonna party tonight
Full speed, no
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
Look, the sky,
need and no more deep shit (that's right)
Lit up, get up, sit up, I write it
Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited
So come on down and party
They say this time I should celebrate
Party girl swallows down her doubts away
Champagne tower and a little cake
Now I know why big girls cry
Another
got your first kiss in a barn full of it
Drank your first beer, learned to play guitar
At a turnrow party with a tailgate bar
Farmer's daughter
just live under the weight of it weight of it weight of it?
Am I late ? To the party
Am I late ? To this congress where the rules are written down
Is 21
bent too
By a nigga that'll make ya sick
You know me *scratch**scratch**scratch* , Yeah
Now let me tell you about a party that I threw last year
Niggas
Etouffee
And don't you dare forget
The catch of the day
There's a party going down
Up on Frenchman street
Have you doin' the soft shoe
Jumpin' out of your
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