blocboy jb – party lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
geeked the f-ck up in this party man
only smokin’ gas, no pills, no none of that sh-t dawg
you know what i’m talkin’ about?
y’all can take the pills and sh-t
you got the white girl on the molly over here on the horse
ridin’ that ho and sh-t
like a rodeo and sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’ man
gon’ get this dough and sh-t
let’s get this motherf-ckin’ dough and spend a little p’s you know ’cause this sh-t free man, you know what i’m sayin’?
blocboy jb, you digg
but i don’t give a f-ck, you hear what i’m sayin’?
[chorus]
that n-gga say that he blocking
i think that n-gga 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 -ss out like the garbage (that’s on my mama)
my n-ggas 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 n-gga 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 n-gga, bet ten to four (yeah)
we shootin’ cr-ps in this party (word)
[verse]
get street sweeped in the motherf-ckin’ party (party)
white girl boot up like we gettin’ gnarly (gnarly)
said she on the molly (molly)
i’ma let her ride me like a motherf-ckin’ harley (harley)
last night they was hatin’
throwin’ bullets, soundin’ like a patriot (word)
big dawg, call me tom brady (tom brady)
f-cking on a cougar and i think she ’bout eighty (’bout eighty)
double-s-i, n-gga that’s what pay me (what pay me)
we get a fee off that b-tch
baby girl think she a dog, might owe a flea to the b-tch (yeah)
put a leash on that b-tch
chris brown, we wall to wall
it’s only me in this b-tch (that’s on my mama)
earn my stripe, no referee in this b-tch (woo)
commit me, i’m first degree in this b-tch (a murder)
shoot a n-gga like a three in this b-tch (three)
larry bird, thirty-three in this b-tch, it’s bloc
[chorus]
that n-gga say that he blocking
i think that n-gga 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 -ss out like the garbage (that’s on my mama)
my n-ggas 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 n-gga 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 n-gga, bet ten to four (yeah)
we shootin’ cr-ps in this party (word)
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