Lyrics:
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens n****z
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, 'cause we got
(Ain't going out like a sucker, no way)
I hate college remix
I hate college but love all the parties
Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
Take two
rich
The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
blocks dude
Cam phone pipes (hey)
I know you here em
Please who in your room would trade places with me
If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
into it
Now if a dude try to get it
I tell him to bring the commas out
I be where he at when he
Not at his baby mama house
He notice that it's giving
followers
And if I get rich I'll still shoot Nerf guns
And flex fake chains with fake jewels
I drink coffee and I'm caffeinated I'm a fiend
I make beats every
Nard & B
Trenchwerk
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I
to be famous and rich and climb the proverbial ladder
Showed me no love 'til I said I was a rapper
Took my time didn't even try to smash her
Went
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
guess
What?
That gone stay on my hip
I keep on moving by myself
Until my bitch want to trip
Im Teaching from my hood
Comsence
Get off yo ass and get rich
bringin' in that dough, man
From records to movies now a TV show, man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep, man
Big house, big cars, what you expect man?
dudes want a mixtape, Shaq Diesel?
The truth is what you make it and lately
It's hard to find
Will they remember "Heartbeat" like it
Was "Party All
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens niggaz
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, cuz we got
the queen of that
They have bigger house and loans on cars and no more parties
What you wish for you attract
I just wanna play it rich
Sparkling water
blocks dude
Cam phone pipes (hey)
I know you here em
Please who in your room would trade places with me
If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you
service like I'm at home
Talkin on my cellular phone, watchin the Flintstones
Me and my stable full of broads, me and my Amazons
On house arrest for
song
Stop thinking blue cuz it's been red all along
I think it's better if we all get along
Divisive issues party people headstrong
They lead by fear
down, the risin' flow, you hear me now
I'm always up to something, I got Goon in the house 'casue he my cousin
We got dollars by the dozens, but without
the drop
On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
Normally I wouldn't consider but out
And have you heard of
The pyro kinetic homeboy?
Diablo icon, followed by him walking out of
A flaming house with his hands up
Surrendering to a large police
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