Lyrics:
I walked most of the road on my own
All on my own, we
We alive but we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone
'Cause I don't want
to keep you here
Now I'll play magician, you the bunny baby disappear
Don't come back to the party, uh
Peep who I got on my body, yeah
I know it don't make
to keep you here
Now I'll play magician, you the bunny baby, disappear
Don't come back to the party, uh
Peep who I got on my body, yeah
I know it don't make
opps
Bitch we scrapin on the resin
Say your blessings brethren
I guess The ancients resting
Save that pity party story
For the gates of heaven
Play back
a homie name Jose aka tequila
Party starter 1800 man you cant beat him
Patron shots by the min Brandy think I'm cheating
But I like my drink dark and strong
party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of da party
(Every time I blow up)
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's
know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
it started
I'm the King of Skill and I K Rule
I be mad poised
Chance Time and I get that bag boi
Optimal by design like a Blastoise
Mario Party DNA,
a Yankee Swap
You will feel my presence
So what's the deal, my brethren?
Put a hand up
Feel the real congealed to each sentence
You feel that?
(Gotta get)
your planet, spare none
can I bear tons, of this agonizing guilt
or my cabinet passes a sanitizing bill, I don’t
know, or I might do, true
cause every
Ladies and gents
Back by popular demand
It's the G&B with Carlos Santana
And a we, we, we, we're dirty dancin'
(To my people in the front)
the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
kill it? Kill It
The way she got it poppin'
Oh, it's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweek like you ain't no freak
Peep I keep my game
strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing, pressed like I'm ironing
A little Retro, Perfecto
Ernesto don't switch the tempo
Shout out my
like to party, we like to party, we like to party, we like to party, we like to party, we like to party
One thing that was on my mind, I need two
me whip you, no discussion
russian girls wanna suck my dick, i don't speak russian
trapping by the london eye im from london
money mood, all day
shit
different
But we the same team, not different
We don’t up and leave our brethren
Lying prone, I want a platform, I go to bat for ‘em, even though I’m
the house (close my eyes and i)
And then I'm at the party and I'm fillin out (im at the party and i)
And then I'm watchin my worries as they floatin by (watch
Nah for real Bro I be carried by autotune
Like I be feeling like Carlo Barlow
My fans tell say I need
Fuck I'm fucking up
My fans say I need autotune
(Young Women!)
Knowingly exploited
(Young Women!)
By engineering boys and
(Young Women!)
Their advertising brethren
Every TikTok Twerk is unpaid sex-work;
get high at the party
( Party all day party all night party to get by )
Slow it down
( See we just gone party we just gone celebrate )
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