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lil wayne - gangsta party lyrics

feat. lil b
[lil wayne]
i got a whole lotta money, pop that p-ssy for me
my homie got that yopper, he’ll bang it at a copper
ay! gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
stove on my waist, cook yo’ -ss up – gourmet
all-black .44, do you want fo’play?
i’m goin at your face like oil of olay
no champagne, but you know my flag rosé
swagger on steroids — canseco, josé
no limit records, we so +bout it, bout it+
i’m higher than a b-tch, feel like i climbed a f-ckin mountain
illest n-gga you know, my accountant’s still countin
shot hit him a minute ago, but his body’s still bouncin
beam on the hammer, beam on ya forehead
gotta k!ll the witnesses ’cause birdman car red
hollygrove monster, eagle street creature
come to your funeral, k!ll everybody but the preacher
i live in miami, n-gga i’ll south beach ya
robin leach, uh, that’s how we ballin
you know that i’m loaded, but please don’t think it’s sweeter
beat one of you b-tch n-ggas up like john cena
them hoes on young money, tell them hoes we comin
boy, we get it poppin, we ain’t savin hoes, we swappin
yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
big head desert eagle, call it shotty
how’d you get that money? stunna taught me that
that zan took me under, patron brought me back
i’m leanin on these muddahf-ckers like i caught a flat
and that glock snap back like a old starter hat, ha~!
what the l!ck read? i’m in the big league
i’m a breath of fresh air, let the b-tch breathe!
i’m tryna to chillax but i had to do it, death
i’m at the funeral like “i had to do it, rev!”
mack you my big brother, i split a wig for you
put that on their repeat, until they bury me
moment of clarity, yeah that’s my diamond game
i keep a fine b-tch, ’cause i like the finer things
he-haha! …f-ck with me slime
no brain on the whip, i’ve got nothin in mind, haha
carter iv! they ain’t f-ckin with mine
i drop that “sorry 4 the wait” to make up for the time, yea!

[lil b]
yeah i do my thang, b-tch what’s up?
young based god, came in with the ballers
iced-out chain, b-tch, i’m rich off that same sh-t
sixty-five hoes on my d-ck, b-tch it’s christmas
straight westside, bay area b-tch i’ll grave em
pretty boy sh-t, based god from the angles
on like a cradle and you n-ggas can’t stop me
shouts out to mack maine, gettin rich and c-cky
b-tch it’s still westside, shouts out to weezy
young based god with that fifty-five heater
187 b-tch, i-i pull a 2-11 b-tch
with that tiny shirt mayne, and that…tiny pants mayne (meow…swag!)
i’m on based world and i f-ck wit, cash money n-ggas
don’t understand man, the game like a chain, mayne
that woo! woo! swag, b-tch! brr-rang-dang-dang-dang mayne
bruh, off the top, i’m a wolfpack hitter
man, my life just a painting, and i, paint you a picture, mayne
think about it. a young paid–ss n-gga
this that stuntin music, yeah b-tch, i just dos it
it’s lil b, and i’ll muh’f-ckin prove it, we run it!

(swag!) manye, shouts out to lil wayne, baby
(shouts out to new orleans!)
i can’t believe n-ggas gettin money down there f-ck with me!
swag! (weezy, i see you, what it do?)
motherf-cker party with b-tches mayne, what it do?
(eh-heheheheheh!) yeah… ayyyyy!

- lil wayne lyrics

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