Lyrics:
first
You wanna hustle hard as me? Oh, that's a lot of work!
cnd anybody feel my pain know that's a lot of hurt!
I wear baggy ass jeans, I don't know how
security
He grabbed me up and said, "Yo, I just kicked out your friend
And I don't want to see you and him around here ever again trying out"
Oh, party
glasses and jars
Our planet keeps turning, and I speak through my guitar
Credits:
Song written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
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No, I don't stop
I'm coming through loud with my brethren
No, I don't stop
I'm coming through loud with my brethren
(Back!) Gettin' caught up in
thing that I just might get,
And if Puffy give a party he invitin' my clique,
We gon' pop that shit, say whodi where the bottles at?
"How low? Who this
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
an o†ter
Fuck Cancer
Angry I am again
Am I happy if I tell a friend?
Nappy headed like all of my brethren
And Ain’t nobody ever comin better than
Come again
"Maintain the rock" "Don't stop the rock"
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
"Maintain the rock" "Don't stop the rock"
I
Yeah
This one is a special dedication
To all my brethren and sisterhood
In O' town
Standing in solidarity for the new generation
Eh eh!
Oh yeah
Oh..
Party
Ah we say party
Uk party time
Link up with my crew an them
This is the party anthem
Batchelor life
Party we say
Party we say
Fun day
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my
the ride I got more whips then New Jersey Drive she got my front my back she by my side
79 Monte Carlo hit that switch ass sit low shot caller like Alonzo
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn
In him I know I can boast
My friend is the holy ghost
No soul ever need to roast
My goal is to keep him close
Okay real talk issa Holy Ghost party
We
What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot
All I talk about is money
'Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that
I just dropped by and I'm leaving
Leaning
Fought for the bag inna minute
My hood em cops soo bad and I mean it
Talk too much you ain't breathing
Oh oh
My party life is stupid
I don't understand it I just make the music
Niggas always hating
Niggas tryna stop me
I just keep it moving
Chewing
brought my wig with me,I'd like to share it with you:
Hello my name is Carlos.
I want to make love to you.
I want you to get on the bed,and take off your
go fussing
Rarely pick the phone for nothing
Unless you my bro my brethren
Stay by my lone all seven
I don't really hold no grudges
I don't really
the evening, yeah DJ, fill up my cup
And in the middle, in the afternoon, you know what I'ma say
Yeah it's a party party party every moment of the day!
Party
the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don't want none
No beef could never hurt me
I'll be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly it's
Lying doves out go tek what the rich boy wan
What is it that the ever do?
When we so poor, don't even have a clue
Light bills coming and my mama's next
by the fire underneath those stars
Look into my eyes I can read your thoughts
Met her at the party and some feelings got caught
Met her at a party
Soon
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