Lyrics:
kind for you (what you got now?)
I've got a piece of never mind for you (how'd you get that?)
I've gotten over underlinin' you in red
RAPPER: Recall
many lead by example
Imma tell you this shit once
I came into this party crunk
Put my hopes and dreams in this cup
This live life once shit
Got me always
Now
Usually when a party is given, right
It's given by a promoter, right
And the promoter has his own people distributing fliers
And advertising
damage in your party
Can you manage what I'm dishing out? Go get your wishing count
You sell me something then I flip that amount
I just switched that
It was that pretty red dress, and baby had tattoos on her neck
She dancing in the party by herself, and her smile is something else
But why she in
Georgia dream
She's a rockin' them holey jeans
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party
Out of town about
my vision is
Getting crisper stronger more articulate
Constant like the cymbal is I'm a living syllabus
(The party's over here)
Yes yes
yes yes
Seen the world, done it all had my cake now
Seen the world, done it all had my cake now
It's so fine I gotta get it
I say it's mine but when I get
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
a catastrophe
Welcome to my house party I greet
Get comfy glass neat a blunt too if you need
Live in a dream awake in sleep I mean
Chicks weed big suite bacardi
Ain't no fiends
In her dreams
I am mean, I am mean
It ain't safe there
But my girl don't need
A brand new scene
Aye!
Better get your back down here
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A
Lay it off, crystal on my side
Tryna say something, dirty glove
We switchin' the vans, tryna strike some bad dreams
But I
You in my freak dreams
You in my freak dreams
Bad bitch, you dig that
Get stacks, drive cars
Whip out, bitch out
Tits out, oh shit
My dick out,
and
Relax, get out the chair, fold it back
Get that tan you been talking bout
Good times, the day trips, the nights out, let's have our own party, now
Summer
and
Relax, get out the chair, fold it back
Get that tan you been talking bout
Good times, the day trips, the nights out, let's have our own party, now
Summer
the program
Party on me, jumping on my Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Captivated by the view, pause and replay
Everytime we meet the melody
Party people
Party people
Can why'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force - can why'll get funky?
The Zulu Nation - can why'll get funky?
Yeah!
Just
to the sky
Move for what you wanna be
Hold on for your destiny
Pain is just what dreams are made of
Graduated with a major that don't get hired
So I'ma party
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell
people.
Man 1: You didn't get caught!
Man 2: Yeah, you got cornered too, but we still didn't get in the party man.
Man 1: I- I handled that,I- I took care
all these n****s leeches
I just fuck they bitches
I did it by myself
All a-fucking lone
All a-fucking long
Mansion party ya, I let her count
(Sign here)
(Here)
(And uh here)
(And initial here)
(Good)
Dinner party at sins table
Nights host was so pale and plain
He said, run the game boy
mate
And not once have I been to his place
I've seen him twice in three months
Since I've been living the dream how I get treated has changed
But it's by
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