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Party Up!
Girl it's Friday where your fiends at?
Ballin' out ye they know me ()
Every hit u hear from the craft God
T.G.I.F. ye we wild out
Party with your friends its a wild night
Hope you had fun getting wasted
It's a lit night to get wasted
Ye, groove to the beat
On the dance floor
Girl she look so fine
I gotta talk to her
She seductive, yet attractive
Party out loud cause it's festive
Love it when u back it
Down on me i just
Keep that grind on it
Ye, it's a lit night;
Party out loud cause i feel like it
Dance out loud cause i feel like it
Blings on me
My drip cooler than the frost
Ye, i'm rhyming sonic
I leave this niggas
In the dust ye i'm turnt up
Cooking waves i'm coming
Different smoke that blunt up
Pensive with my rhymes
They sound they poems dawg
Moving different coming
With my homies we the wave
We all sound different
And we vibe different y'all
I've been writing
Hits since third grade
Thir..thir..third grade
Party Up!
Girl it's Friday where your fiends at?
Ballin' out ye they know me ()
Every hit u hear from the craft God
T.G.I.F. ye we wild out
Party with your friends its a wild night
Hope you had fun getting wasted
I won't let anyone stand in my way
I keep pushing to the top
That's just how i play
I keep making lots of funds
That's just how i rise to the top
Keep on stackin' funds
Til' my fuckin' ankle pop
We be poppin' bottles in the club
They be tryna bring us down...
We keep climbing up now
I never let them see me
Frown always smiling
I know i'm meant for greatness
It's in my fuckin' DNA
I be the one that change
The game they can't replace me
Hold it down ye she gon' taste me
A hunnid' rounds ye you gonna feel it
A 100 rounds you
Don't wanna face me
Don't do manual
So you catch me
In an automatic
In a country
Where everything
So systematic
Make a 100 grand
But that shit ain't fully mine
But what it do
The world is still a gold mine
Phishing
Her name Trisha
She want a shot caller
So I call her man
To bring her crew over
Cause Me and my dawgs
We don't do no leftovers
So what it do
Yeah I bring a bunch of ballers
Throwing millions on that bounce
Yeah she make that booty twerk
They got a couple rounds
Till they wanna fuck
I hit my gees up
Time to buckle up
Hit the road now
We straight back at their yard
Pull up in a CLA
Got Ferrari in d drive
I see a classy one
Yeah she got expensive taste
That my type
Shawty! so we going for a ride
You my type shawty!
Yeah we going for a ride
Party Up!
Girl it's Friday where your fiends at?
Ballin' out ye they know me ()
Every hit u hear from the craft God
T.G.I.F. ye we wild out
Party with your friends its a wild night
Hope you had fun getting wasted
