Lyrics:
won’t flee us
There’s a party next door this weekend
Said she had a long week and she need it
Pull up, you been running around I been hunting you down,
blue Porsche
Don't get too lost, new cause
My lil' nigga bangin', send him knock your bitch ass, roof off
Got this full SIG makin' it hard to ditch
em in the floor
Pockets full of green
Fill my mind with marijuana
Dream chaser like I'm in a coma
Money ain't a thing
But it's something I want more
to the bone
Hard to unlock my potential unknown
My swag is potent you can smell when it's on
Here you go boss the game I cologne
Welcome to the party (Party
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
It happened at a birthday celebration
You said by all accounts I made a scene
I told off-color jokes
Offended several folks
I guess perhaps I might
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
You keep it on and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
You keep it on and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is
swimming pool and its full of Henn
Babygirl go’n take a S.W.M.M.
They complain about the heat
To tell the truth this my kinda weather
Fatigue shorts match
to act
Ya, real go getter, Maison Margiela
I made the beat, all my vocals did was make it better
A masterpiece, ya I'm a real solid fella
Solid fella I'm
Cause winter's here and I'm feeling like Bran with the vision
I see it, then it comes to pass
There are things that haven't manifested but within my path
them to come by like?
Mmm...
Counting down the days like
It's the holidays, holidays
Black Joy on my face
It's the holidays, holidays
Thankful for
They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn
Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana
White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz
Made it
Super cynical the visual of madness
Delirium son I'm numb to the sadness
Thoughtless rawness auto pilot
Lost my mind and I can't fucking find it
All this
my mic on, you know its time to party
Throwing suckers in the crowd with their necks bent up oddly
I hardly ever leave the set breaking a sweat
I'm
slicing my wrist had to see the veins
Drinking and drinking forgetting your name, I smoke these blunts just to hide all the pain
Damn it's what I had to do,
body-ody, uh
We doin it thug style, we in the party
Women are buck wild, turnin around
Interior, show me what'chu workin with-workin with
You be on that
A mac with a pull.
Act a fool. Excalibur
Destroying M.C.'s with my
Vocal algebra.
We got something new for you.
For you to take your ass and move it
call a tip, girl, you prolly call it a switch-a-roo
We be at Amoco, D's on that cantaloupe
Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast
In my Timb's
unseen
Has made its way to my oculus like former lakes on the sun now bring heat
I walk through the streets as the streets walk through me
I'm just killing
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
something on my mind
So I tell him 'bout this movie and how I didn't get the ending
Why do they let the creature get away?
He reminds me that all it is,
the dozen
I pass em out to my dogs and my cousins
The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin'
Its goin' down and man you thought it wasn't
Movin' through
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