Lyrics:
down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we
tryna copy but they ain't what I be on now
And I pull up to the party and they bumping all my songs
So I'm caution
When I'm moving
Cuz I know I can move
is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm
Rolling into Christmas
Written by: Deitrick Haddon, T church, Marcus white, Marcus Hodge
We riding We riding
We rolling we rolling
Put your hand
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bulls***_
We used to +F*** R&B B****es+ and see who rhyme
song, demons born of man's sickest desire, those of the darkness spawned.
Fires of Hell, I stroke thee high through the open gates ever so wide, bury
if its irrelevant drop it
But if we talkin' 'bout business then take a step in my office
And they say a kid that's from the burbs ain't supposed to be
For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by
Gone forever are the pals that I love
There isn't a trace or a sign
Of that regular honest
For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by
Gone forever are the pals that I love
There isn't a trace or a sign
Of that regular honest
I think of the days when I was so young on my plight
Party and bullshit and play
Was up in the city, the one that's surrounded by lights
Wanted
flawed, no, she don't fuck with artificial dudes (skrrt)
Foot on the pedal, do the dash, up the metal and blow
Rich forever, on the song, yeah, I used
For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by
Gone forever are the pals that I love
There isn't a trace or a sign
Of that regular honest
Kids" from
Steven Soderbergh's Traffic he
Has said that he sees writing
A song as making
A photograph out of materials
That aren't visible
So it's no
kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
Fuck though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow
I jump in my truck
Wrap my arms around you and turn the radio up
Drive down to the river with friends
The backroads go on forever but the party don’t
a police-man
His mother stayed home, raising the kid
He never was the star of his school,
He always played by his own rule
Don't sell your soul just being cool,
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
Unwind we abide by those money signs
Okay sandbox raps this where all the kids play
Switching, switching lanes looking every which way, yeah
You're
of En Vogue
Digital underground the guy with the big nose
Slick Rick, BBD and we can't forget Michael
Watching house party rapping like Kid N Play
Repping
line
Girl you wanted this forever you don’t care so why should I
Can’t go back to the way I used to live
Getting rich for my future kids
They gonna look
getting sticks to steal my glow
Sickest kid on a verse one man show
I be like a one man army
Y'all can't harm me
Get your whole crew if you want
hop, party in your stilettos or flip flops
You can't stop, entranced by the DJ, strictly observation crew, that's how we play
When the suits come off,
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
TO = Both of them together
Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
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