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night.
Girl I got my private party all over your body, now.

This Christmas, something, let something,
I'm feeling something different I want to try.
Like

Too Cold
Written and Performed by Derrell


Yea uhhh
GD we got another one
Yea (803 shit, 803 shit)
FLIGHT shit FLIGHT shit


If looks could kill

good
And the party's over
I'm still on your couch now, love
Yeah, if there is a line, I know you won't cross it
Take your time (Take your time)
But

To being tough and rude
Kids oversexed
Issues not being addressed
Tell me
What you telling me
Kids having lipstick parties
Boyfriend/Girlfriend slumber

We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep 
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep 
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat 
My

back to dissing me
Then you get lonely, bet you hit my phone, suspense make you wait by the window
We had a thing, and we lost our thing, no chance for

it right back
Make hit after hit
I be too lit too legit I can't quit
Keep a tool in my fit
The truth I be it
Maneuver with shooters This who I be with

these synonyms//
violence, I write over rhythms I'm riddling//
I feel like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen//
get me to the mic and I'm about

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

and party with super models
That booty looking like bubbles
Wobble and I go full throttle
Spending like I won the lotto
Giving no fucks is my motto
Giving no

son......innit

i was at a party in Pil the other night
a clart gave me a trip, he said they were alright
i looked him up and down and gave him the Hussain frown

clowning a lot 
Well I think you insecure cus the men you choose clown you a lot 
You base a nigga value by how many dollars he got 
Even a Benz lose value

show your little pics If you're baby daddy knew he probably have a whole fit
You over here tryna eat dicks, tryna get hit by the squad Say  you on your

I'm pushing it like I was fueled by a rocket
I'm outer space and you know how I'm rockin
Who is you kidding who party you stopping
I got these bitches

And it's important to understand what I mean by those terms

Let's begin with the word Banksters
A Bankster
Those are the parties who control

coming through By the way make room for the rest of my crew, We bout to hit the dance floor and make it do what it do c'mon

Drip Let me see your body drip

the moshpit, we turning up and throwing shit
I don't got to say that I'm snapping, they already knowing it
The party ain't lit unless me and all my bros in it

show you that I fuckin' will

I'll get everything you say I can, still won't go to hell
Now I look over the city like somebody lit up my name in the sky

a hood nigga get turned down
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get to bat quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Bitch said she over

shoulder
I don't sit I'm too lit even when I been sober
She likes talk all that crazy shit til I'm rolling her over
Got another one under me toss her right

And I can see it clearer by the day, and it more sense
I got here by the grace, and it's take more strength
I'm in the gym clutching, cause I'm

surprised you ain't heard
If you haven't heard about me in the 8-5-0, I keep that bass bumpin', party jumpin'
Plenty blunts rolled beer in my hands an after

My Section

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

niggaz play with 99's
In my section every nigga got a Rollie that blind

(B.G.)
In my section, you slip up
Guaranteed get lit up (Geezy)
You get stood over

by the gun. D.J. at the party ain't played one hit,

best slap the D.E.G., put the fade on it. Even before the song is done,

she want the giddy off