Artist/Band:
Meek Mill
Lyrics for Song: House Party (Remix)
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Intro: Fabolous]
Ay Meek Milly, is my n*ggas there? (Yea)
Is there some b*tches there? (Yea)
Is that Ciroc there? (Yea)
Well let's go
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my V.I.P., f*ck a bad b*tch get some head-room
If I score her and her girlfriend, I'm calling that And-1
If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" Loso bringing by Ciroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, La-Di-Da
Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA
MMG we in this b*tch, we balling hard, no we don't play
We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these motherf*ckers
I walk in the building and I'm fresher than a motherf*cker
Shawty bad, yeah she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Ain't nobody leaving, cause we too far
I tell her my d*ck can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR
[Bridge]
Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room
They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"
Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I say one big room full of real n*ggas
Bunch of bad b*tches, and some chill n*ggas
Crib out in Bel-Air, no uncle Phil n*ggas
So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga
I don't hear n*ggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga
You little n*ggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm around y'all, something's a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy!
What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I'm into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party sh*t now hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a f*cking favor
Put your middle finger up and say "F*ck the neighbors!"
And f*ck the haters, they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me? My level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet
Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home
[Hook]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 3: Wale]
Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow, show me what it's hittin' for
Promise if I kill her pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older b*tch, she call me her youngin' jawn
Kick game in (?), I'm f*cking with plenty but
Got a new (?), she got her a (?)
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as f*ck
Haters love to talk you down when b*tches always speak you up
Maybach! B*tch, we the winning team
How can I illustrate, you drawing if you ain't with me
Balling like I'm in that league, flossing out, yo b*tch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this sh*t O.D.!
Mansion party, yea they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
E'ry Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
Double M G money speakin', bet you tired of talkin'
[Bridge]
Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room
They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"
Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes
B*tch I'm spitting on this remix like I'm Kid and play
You know I'm getting laid like I'm Vincent Chase
I'm thinking 'Ye should hit me up just say that sh*t is cray
Off the backboard playa, I enjoy to bank
Plus my people smoking on that pack, noise complaint
I murder beats and get away, it's First 48
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place
20 racks a night, that's on merchandise
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight
Walking 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy, gone wild, every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town
And I call my girl Titanic, cause she go down
Hope she don't drown, b*tch
[Hook]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Bridge]
Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room
They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"
Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party party
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