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black josh - student parties lyrics

[verse 1 – black josh]

i’m tryna fill this empty safe
heard there’s a student party round my way
i held a fresh, got dressed and got them scales
weighed up my options that i got for sale
trainers on a (?) bell
pulled up in a german whip, b-tches asking who’s merc is this
she said she’s rather get in, yes
people come to me, purchase this
(?) we’re gurning sh-t
whilst i’m chilling and burning spliffs
they want that sh-t, i’m serving it
i’m making money, earning quick

[hook – black josh]

i got pot on me, i got them e’s
and i got them there if you got the p
even got that k, or you want the flake?
yeah i got ’em made, 30 for half a g
student party, selling them
drugs, selling dem
student party, selling them
drugs, selling dem
student party, selling them
drugs, selling dem
student party, selling them
drugs, selling dem

[verse 2 – black josh]

bucket hat on low, with some ray-bans on
p-ssy b-tches wanna talk ’em off
molly got ’em sweating make up off
man in there chewing their faces off
they love the product, i just made a prof
i got pills piling up, now i can pay them off
and getting in, flipping the weight
ketamine b-tches are sucking for days
the rest of them n-gg-s are out of their face
they getting my digits to call me if they
need d-r-u-g-s, i know your friends are using it
every day they abusing it, so tell ’em that i’m moving it

[hook – black josh]

[verse 3 – mc jon]

all these student b-tches love me
want me to come party with ’em
cause they know i got that money, ey
every week i’m buying, they get their weed from me
every time i pop champagne, they get a f-cking g from me
but i get that old money, when i’m flocking these bredders thinking i get that hoe money
every morning i be multiplying all my old money
don’t watch no ticks uh, i get that whole money
my clientele, strictly in ysl
gold chanel, high cl-ss, mammy be flying sale
uh, swear they like d&g
i make the magic happen if you ever need ’em d
hocus pocus baby, girls just focus focus
maybe get some coca-cola, overdrive like cosa nostra uh
so baby wait on me, i don’t carry no weight on me
wait on the blacked out merc and p-ss the f-cking stack of paper g

[hook – black josh]

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