Lyrics:
making they hand spin
If it's gang gang
My nigga come throw some bands in
Invest in a school downsize from all the mansion
Beautiful estate but really
And you don't come back with that paper
I'ma have to lay hands on you
Like I'm givin' you prayer
Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair
You ever heard
little fucking disease
I got H-U tatted on the front of my arms
The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we
The party is set, it's Friday night
And your favorite rock band is on the stage tonight
We will rock this house
Just for your applause
And at twelve
to finally get it right
The life of the party comes in bottles, cans, and pints
We talk about it, sing about it, sneak it onto planes
And every single week
she rollin
We vibe out, we smokin
Come party with Kenny
Let's live in the moment
They say I'm the man with the plan
Cause I always stay with the bands
Like mo bamba they call me a hooper
why you gotta be such a party pooper
If you have a glock then congrats your a shooter
Might as well be in number
every day this month
How 'bout I go to Pluto and
Go crazy with them bands
How 'bout I go to space and
Never come back ever again
How 'bout we get some
an instrument and, and in ah six
months I was holding a good job. I ‘s playin' with my father's band – he
had a string band. And we played for weddings,
Fuck with me
Baby would you fuck with me? Fuck with me
Fuck with me fuck with me, ohhhh
Fuck with me
Ready or not baby, here I come
Sorry I didn't get
shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down
party kept a movin' and you know what we were doin'
We were smokin' up that California gold
Now everyone was glad, "The Weight" played by The Band
busy couting' bands
Bad bitch, tryna fuck, but I'd rather fuck her friends
Bad bitch by my side, and she let the chopper sing
Don't come outside, you
Won't you come along with me cause we're gonna have a party
Down on the beach, it's likely to get pretty naughty
cll our friend's dancing won't you
too many lies
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
make a couple bands by the weekend
We tryna pop up out the party on the weekend
I'm tryna pull up with ten bottles of tequila
We always litty at the club
Armed with keys of brass and silver, keys so sharp with rage and hate
Fifteen minutes they've been walking, see them passing by three cars
Hidden by
and we blast face
Bad bitch in the backseat know we blazing up
I know she a teachers pet by the way she sucking up
Toss her to the homie man you know I
her twerk it, I pop up while she workin'
Niggas poppin' in bands when she walk out by them curtains
Make it rain in Onyx 'cause I swear that she deserve
And Annie’s having a party tonight again,
Last time that's where we became friends,
Something bout a band that we should start up with Ben,
I’m too busy talking
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
hold onto these nights
Trying to find out way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right
little fuckin` disease.
I got HU tatted on the front of my arms,
The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cuz we drunk drive Cadillac`s, we
A killer is someone who grinds
A killer gets that money
But we're here to study a new kind of killer
A serial killer
Life is mundane, might as well
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