My Party

[Intro]

Hey-hey-hey yo

Hey-hey-hey yo

Hey-hey-hey yo

F-A-B

Hey-hey-hey yo

Hey-hey-hey yo

F-A-B

Hey-hey-hey yo

Hey-hey-hey yo



[Verse 1]

Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me

I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now

Dip-low immunity

Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me

Take a hit of this and sip slow and thoroughly

You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V

Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe

Let's put on a live strip show just you and me

But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?

They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry

So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"

Say "sure" and be me



But this is my party

Stroll by if you want to

Or y'all can stay home

But why would you want to?



We gon' party, till we laid in graves

Sweat out our doobie braids and waves

Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"

That groupie made her wait

Cuz when she seen the whips and chains

She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon



[Hook] 2x

This is my party

So get fly if you like to

Get high if you like to cuz I know you like to

Put your hands up as high as you like to

And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"



[Verse 2]

I don't know about y'all

But we doin' it over here

All the glasses got liquid that's blue in it over here

Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here

Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here

I can fit a few in a Rover's rear

We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this

You see why we asks is to see ID

Cuz girls will do anything for some VIP access

Me I relax this (easy)

Cause I'm used to ballin'

You could tell that these guys need practice

But if it was a problem then I would confront you

You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want to"

But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put

I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look

Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook

Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Oh yea, we's off the Richter Scale

Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell

If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell

For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well

And everybody, up north that's sick in jail

I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail

The Street Family speed off in six SL's

To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"

Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well

Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell

And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view

Girl I know that these guys say they want you

I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday

Same hoes from yesterday

Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday

Her hang-overs yesterday

You ain't mistaken' we in Benz's today

But we had them Range Rovers yesterday



[Hook]



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