Lyrics Roscoe Dash – It’s My Party

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It’s a mu’fuckin party
And We finna turn it up
Them hatas still hatin on ya
Well, I don’t really give a fuck

I never did, no I never did
It’s my party I’ll get fly if I wanna
So pops and every smoke that plus marijuana, aha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And we gonna set this bitch off

Okay we gon’ set it off then
I’m with stony clear franky what the cost is
And white girls tryin to sneak that Kate Moss in
But all I want is green like I’m from Boston
Sippin on this Sampson, feeling like I’m on a lamborghini
Highs fuck… tryin to figure out who just passed me this
But two German broads both pacifist
And never learned heard after this
But they both love my songs, they do
So they all out comers extravagant
She wrote me, she roll her and I chauffeur
Six speeds and if I hit three than it’s over, I swear
She say she miss me ’cause she get D like I owe her
And that’s when I told her

It’s a motherfucking party, and we finna turn it up
Them haters standing hatin on ya
I don’t really give a fuck
I never did, no I never did
It’s my party I get fly if I wanna
So pops and every smoke that plus marijuana, aha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

And we gonna set this bitch off

Money money, party party party party
Grab them double cups and turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
I’m the life of the party
God damn, I ain’t taking no pictures
Fuck your instagram. this beat I keep on
This B I… to drink up
Put your motherfuckin phone down
Drink from the got damn cup
Bitch… with your bottle
I don’t need no glass
Quit talkin so much bitch, just sit your ass
Fuck them niggas, fuck em
Fuck them hoes too, fuck em
They don’t like that shit fuck it
Well niggas fuck you
My 15 bottles, got everybody drunk
She gonna get turned down, when I get turned up

It’s a mu’fuckin party
And We finna turn it up
Them hatas still hatin on ya
Well, I don’t really give a fuck
I never did, no I never did
It’s my party I’ll get fly if I wanna
So pops and every smoke that plus marijuana, aha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And we gonna set this bitch off

Okay I walk in this bitch with contraband
Is it wrong that I light this tree?
Is it wrong that I hate your stance
Because I would rather see you on your knees?
Is it wrong that I
That I that I that I came here just to fuck?
Or am I okay, ’cause she walking round the room like an 18 wheeler truck what’s up
Skirt, pull up that skirt
I could be the punisher and make that hurt
I could be above you like I’m Captain Kirk
And you could be a hater roller up that dirt
(That What?)
That dirt! You know what that’s worth?
A piece of bubble gum and an old bitch purse
But I keep a piece of bubble kush in the gas that I chew real fast cause I like that purt
I’m real as fuck and you faked out
Savin hoes you caked out
Put a gas mask on that fine ass burn the smoke the hoes face down
Fuck music my Jay’s loud
And these other rappers shit play it down
It’s a mother fuckin party
So we poppin bottles so for the whole basement now
(MGK WTF Moment)