Lyrics BlocBoy JB – Party
Text:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Geeked the fuck up in this party man
Only smokin’ gas, no pills, no none of that shit dawg
Y’all can take the pills and shit
You got the white girl on the molly over here on the horse
Ridin’ that ho and shit
Like a rodeo and shit, you know what I’m sayin’ man
Gon’ get this dough and shit
Let’s get this motherfuckin’ dough and spend a little P’s you know ’cause this shit free man, you know what I’m sayin’?
BlocBoy JB, you digg
But I don’t give a fuck, you hear what I’m sayin’?
That nigga say that he blocking
I think that nigga is ‘flauging (word)
Thirty-three shots out the carbon (yeah)
I let my Glock do the arguing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You want that beef, you a target (huh?)
Take your ass out like the garbage (that’s on my mama)
My niggas gon’ eat, that’s regardless
We draw them guns like an artist (rrrah)
We draw them guns like an artist (an artist)
We got them straps in the party (this party)
Fifty round drum hit a nigga in the lawn (rrrah)
He gon’ collapse in this party (doon-doon-doon)
We make a trap in this party (yeah)
We givin’ daps in this party (this party)
Twenty twenty nigga, bet ten to four (yeah)
We shootin’ craps in this party (word)
Get street sweeped in the motherfuckin’ party (party)
Said she on the molly (molly)
I’ma let her ride me like a motherfuckin’ Harley (Harley)
Last night they was hatin’
Throwin’ bullets, soundin’ like a Patriot (word)
Big dawg, call me Tom Brady (Tom Brady)
Fucking on a cougar and I think she ’bout eighty (’bout eighty)
Double-S-I, nigga that’s what pay me (what pay me)
We get a fee off that bitch
Baby girl think she a dog, might owe a flea to the bitch (yeah)
Put a leash on that bitch
Chris Brown, we wall to wall
It’s only me in this bitch (that’s on my mama)
Earn my stripe, no referee in this bitch (woo)
Commit me, I’m first degree in this bitch (a murder)
Shoot a nigga like a three in this bitch (three)
Larry Bird, thirty-three in this bitch, it’s Bloc
That nigga say that he blocking
I think that nigga is ‘flauging (word)
Thirty-three shots out the carbon (yeah)
I let my Glock do the arguing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You want that beef, you a target (huh?)
Take your ass out like the garbage (that’s on my mama)
My niggas gon’ eat, that’s regardless
We draw them guns like an artist (rrrah)
We draw them guns like an artist (an artist)
We got them straps in the party (this party)
Fifty round drum hit a nigga in the lawn (rrrah)
He gon’ collapse in this party (doon-doon-doon)
We make a trap in this party (yeah)
We givin’ daps in this party (this party)
Twenty twenty nigga, bet ten to four (yeah)
We shootin’ craps in this party (word)
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BlocBoy JB – BlocBoy JB - Who Am I 3
