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chef chainey - tracey's party lyrics

[pre-chorus: chef chainey]

i got my n-ggahs in the back
couple b-tches on my lap
i got that drank, i’m sippin’ leanin’ like i’m faded off the jack
errything slow, hit that dro’
bout to p-ss out if i hit one mo’
sho’nuff happened, well goddammit
too much hash & where my cap at (uugh)

[chorus: chef chainey]

at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
we f-cked around at tracey’s party (tracey x3)
we wildin’ out at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
without a doubt at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
we turnin’ up at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
i got that drank at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
we blowin’ stank at tracey’s party! (tracey x3)
tracey’s party! (tracey x2)
tracey’s party

[verse 1: chef chainey]

the world is in a f-cked up place (f-cked up place, f-cked up place, place)
so let’s escape (let’s escape)
i see that smile creepin’ up on your face (on your face, face)
let’s roll away
high as f-ck when the night starts
freestyles while we at the park (bus’ it)
it’s gettin’ dark, where the ride
already late so let’s get inside (bounce)
speakers blastin’, goddamit
wildin’ out is becomin’ a habit (turn up)
light the blunt, then p-ss it
2 pulls then my n-ggah grab it (smoke)
earlier, had to run from the cops, nearly got caught for public drinkin’ (d-mn)
didn’t even sip nun’, it’s all my n-ggahs, man these f-ckin’ b-tches (man)
at the party now takin’ pictures (snap)
b-tches on us like we the business (fresh)
where you been, you so late
been talkin’ about you all day

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[chorus: chef chainey]

[verse 2: chef chainey]

checkin’ out the f-ckin’ scene (f-ckin’ scene)
everybody looking for some legs to get between (between x4)
tracy’s older sister’s kinda mean
‘excuse me mother f-cker, wait a minute, who are you to speak?’ (ooooooh)
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, f-ck n-ggah got cut down (cold)
took one, for the team, i ain’t going round her now (nah)
grab a drink, hit the flo’
macking b-tches in god mode (sup ma)
big -sses, tall gl-sses, you already know what i’m here fo’ (uh)
white girl say she love my st–z
& she wanna blow some trees
she ain’t got no -ss, but she packing double d’s (woah)
s-xy girl, from cl-ss, cute face, big -ss
lookin’ at me, from the back
i took the hint & i did the math

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[bridge: chef chainey]

later on, that night, my n-ggah was wasted
helped him up, to the car with this one girl i’m not namin’
put him to sleep, on the seat, i can’t stay i’m faded
took shawty, back to the party & we going apesh-t
you should’ve seen our faces we just wanna get naked
got a room, did some sh-t, but i didn’t hit it’s outrageous
tracey’s sister walked in, luckily while we’re talkin’
so we had to leave, but i ain’t no punk, got to the car & you know w-ssup

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