Lyrics:
a full-time college dropout
With no more parties in L.A.
I ain't never been in love like this
I ain't never been in love like this
Cuz it's rap homie
I ain't
baths and yoga
Tiger king to hold me over
Clorox wipes are on backorder
Oh the horror!
Mask on, 6 feet away
Put ya middle fingers up and say
Farewell
(me)
Tryna do one of them man over
No, I ain't lackin', I'm rollin' heavy (no)
You can tell by a nigga Persona (yeah, yeah)
Skills in the pitch when
If you anit moving with us then just move over
You know the gang bang bang we them true solders
You gonna learn today I'll let the crew coach you
I'm
can't mess with my groove!
Girl, you see me over here
Your name is Goldielocks and you remind me of the three little bears
Eating this porridge, you know
from a friend
So call your crew back, and we'll do it again
Get your groove back, and the party begins
Yo, we can do that, but how will it end?
Thought
First love…
1K.
First love ... childhood dreams…
First kiss... and vows of love…
Picture after picture ... school yards…
Remember the party where we
counting up
Wonder what's her price
I know she prolly round it up
Nigga, What's your price?
I know you prolly hype it up
Up
This made by design (Design)
bag baby
Limits are what you won't do and should be respected by all parties
Yeah
Submissive doesn't always mean slave
I mean it can, but only with
to a tall tale
That is too tall to believe
I thought that we had so much time
But it was stolen by thieves
I can't tell you how long that its been
Since I
rehearsals and ornament parties weekends that go by too fast
Staying up late just to wrap all the presents
And praying the paper will last
You might think
die tonight
Nobody by my side
Whatchu do
When nobody ride or die
Everyone lie and lie
How many times can I lose and lose
My sister forgot about me now
down nigga party over
ARP gotta couple glocks we got 4 dracs
If I get locked my Btc in charge like she Monet
motion u ont wanna use yo card grab a go
on the look out (Gawwr)
(Look out)
Bullets flying hot
Like a cookout (Ye)
Niggas talking
But they really
Aint do nun
We the party
Brought the whole fucking
Crew
back
(You can't keep your hands to yourself)
(You're a)
Chillin' out in Switzerland with PYT's
If she 8 or above, then she VIP
21 and over, we
VVS is 'round the throat
Dipped in all blue like a Loc
Took the squad to Bossanova
Melrose in a Rover
Why you sign me? It's over
Giving doubters
Yo
Yo
This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no
boujie on the side
For some coochie on the side
I just do my thing, tryna get you Louboutins
Diamond drippy, scuba things
Indy by maneuvering
Wait,
The fun is over
But the floor is spinning
You're not by my side tonight
I just wanna say "Sorry"
You promised me
That you wouldn't cry
And now
climber
Who'll be there to get you when you fall?
Left her mark all over town
Makin' her way to higher ground
You can tell where she's been by
of the streets
If your belly ain't the beast
And you ain't hungry for this cake
How much you expect to make?
When I was young I threw parties and had food
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
in my ear and said she used to be a stripped
She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper
I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
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