Lyrics:
been
I've just gotta keep my head on track
I'll get by
Just like I always have before
Pick a point on a map, i'll bet it's better than here
Turn
the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
It's the return of the stunna, no baby
But I'm driving them crazy by being more amazing
And we drill, yeah my boys do the most
Okay, uh, ship it by post
Whip it then ship it by post
I do not boast
I don't do talks, if we're beefing I simpy
Light Up
Fill a cup
Get into the vibe
Always live it up
Party up into the break of dawn
Heading out the club
Top down with my shades on
Looking
It's Friday night and summer but I'm in my bed
Gotta get out to party with my friends
I'm texting Paul to see if he's down
To grab a couple beers
It is what it is
If you don't then it's cool
Know we like to party
While we out by the pool
I need my
Salana
Salana
Salana
Salana
Salana
Salana
Salana
Think I gotta see you three more times
I'll be driving by with my rings to the sky
Think we need to spark it up like it's a 4th of july
Let me get
all bitch wear pants
Rock all the club so tight
Enjoy my song is not hard
And we go party for here tonight
Make all bitch wear pants
Rock all
the girl she call her best friend
How does that feel
Who can I trust
When my own father left me for dead
Putting drugs in my own mommas hand
While they party
the girl she call her best friend
How does that feel
Who can I trust
When my own father left me for dead
Putting drugs in my own mommas hand
While they party
Yeah
I cannot give a hoe nothing
Young nigga came up from nothing to something
All these niggas riding my wave tryna jump in
I walk in the party its
when it's not
Yeah, I hate when you play by the rules when I'm not
How could I trust you be creepin' on me
I be fucked up in my, I be sippin' on that
So
to play (woah)
It's not my party (no no)
But I strut in that psst bout to have it my way (aye)
He talking slimy, the mob wipe his nose
Sent his mom
Call my bitch, Goteye she's somebody that I used to know
Every time I link with her, we party like
It's Super Bowl
Last winter was the worst, I
my blood on the back of the tickets
Its that religious, its what I teach my son
How to read the Qur'an and how a party is won
We like ' Doctor, don't
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
Jiggy Juno got
Hit the gas like it's no limit
Now they say they wanna fuck with me
Everything do I is luxury
Hit the party ah with me
Yeah you know I
proves she's truly the life of the party now
Look at her
She got it
Shawty knows she's the shit
You can tell by the look in her eyes
She's like
phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'
It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm saying King?
Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte
Felt like I'm struck by lightning
High off of Psilocybin
Swear it was perfect timing
You was my silver lining
Wish I can skip through time
Yeah, I want
'cause this right here that strong, strong
It's startin' to feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of clones
Told that, told that bitch just leave me 'lone
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
erupting in the reveren
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that dang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
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