Lyrics:
Pop pop party all night long
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Drunk Drunk
Hotstore store in my heart
On my block I driving swear
Drunk Drunk
drunk drunk play day by day
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
Jack Brodie that beat was hard, still
We got the party grooving
We got the motive moving
$nowday the one she's choosing
AMG, man's cruising
Sleeping
Yeah, you already know who it is man (Fenix)
Yeah, haha
Coke rum and endo fills my body, where's the party
Endo fills my body where's the party
Coke
more of me
Put and I show out
Bring the fans, fill up the street
Whole new block party
Came about just for me
You know I got the dough
Got the special
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass,
This a block party for my opps
This a block party for my opps
Extendo hanging i'm doctor come and get a shot
You see ya opp up on the spot
Tell
to hood, block to block
Help, I need somebody
To get it goin' on in this party
Baby, you can do it
Take your time do it right
We can drink some yak and
Do it
want a hoe who's moody and you switch by the season
Ion fuck wit ya fruity friend, slick type treason
Regardless imma ball like a pimp, bitch no pleasin'
up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay
up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay
with a Glock and a 40
Pull up to yo block I'm starting the carnage
Turn off your music that shit sound like garbage
Gotta stop rapping you sounding
Yo, I talk like I'm a champ, "you ain't no ath-a-lete"
Rappers be capping like they matching me, till I cause carnage, no Kasady
Walk it like I talk
featuring Phiness
Chorus: Phiness
We came here to party join together everybody
Let's celebrate (it's a party goin on)
It's
a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out
That's why I put my work by the fence
That's why I hit
Let me get it from the top now
(Produced by create)
And leave all that in (uh, uh, grah, grah)
Four times, four times
Dababy the fuck goin' on,
we been outside for the night vibes
It's been a longtime since block parties, loud music
Now lets get back to the party
DJ got me moving my body hands
right, y'all mothafuckaz ready to ride
We gonna take this bitch downtown
By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club
Park this bitch on the curb, its like
block party's gonna wop to this (Naughty)
So to the family here's another one ('nother one)
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Bop out
Beware the cops out
On Granby Street the block is
Hot now
They bring the glocks out
It's fuck police, they shut the
House down
Party don't
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
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