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myaap - party crackin lyrics

[verse: myaap, ke lo]
this beat smackin’
get the party crackin’ (on my body)
this beat smackin’ (on my body)
this beat smackin’ (abow)
this that low end song, so you gotta get in mode
and if you talk crazy, i’ll have bro take your pole
b+tch, i’m real bad, knew that n+gga was gon’ go
why you flashin’ somethin’? that’s not yours, you’re really broke
he told me, “throw it back”, i told him, “throw a couple g’s”
yeah, i’m little, but i can up a lot of g’s
boys get behind us and they tryna flip
he eat and bust a rhyme, or he shoot it out of sight
out all night, call that a all night fight
yeah, we out all night, and we finna get low
put your right foot out, then put your left foot
you gotta hit it, spin, then hit that sh+t again
it don’t matter if you hit it with yo’ friend
and no, we can’t talk if it ain’t ’bout the bands
boys get active, myaa in a party and wе get real ratchet
ass so fat, makе the n+gga wanna smack it
she talkin’ on her neck, so the rookie’s get it crackin’
ain’t no pressure for no n+gga that i’m already havin’
the money sh+ttin’ ’round, i ain’t even gotta flash it
real player vision, i don’t do all that rappin’
i don’t do all that rappin’, b+tch, stop cappin’
ask like you got it, but you don’t, you really told
feel like onomatopoeia, like, you really know
yeah, we gon’ set it, it’s a party, so get low (turn me the f+ck up)
[verse: ke lo]
get they ass out of cap, but i’m on hour
lil’ n+ggas already smokin’ reggie with a [?]
i got a bad b+tch takin’ good d+ck on the kitchen counter
i’ma block the b+tch number if the p+ssy ain’t got no power
this beat slappin’
row full of ones, put it up, start braggin’
i don’t want a big b+tch that’s built like a matress
call me the drip god, pull up, start splashin’ (splash)
n+ggas say they don’t like me, i can take your b+tch
why you always scream and whip down back, finna shake yo wig
i be ballin’, every day like the looks and sh+t
if she told me take this, watch, i blow it like it was a kiss
ayy, i told myaa throw it back like a remix
i been barkin’, been goin’ crazy, they ain’t send me sh+t
i can’t marry no b+tch hoe, i get sea sick
call up michael jackson, when i f+ck, she gotta beat it
i+i+i’m finna smoke they ass back like a new port
four on four, really gettin’ lit, f+ck new york
turn me up (turn me up), when i bang you n+ggas out (when i bang you n+ggas out)
if she ain’t tryna shake no ass, then what you here for? (shake it out, b+tch)
told her put her hands on her knees, look back out
i like a rap b+tch, keep her p+ssy clean, but she still ratchet
she said i can’t look, but can’t touch, but i’ll still slap it
she ain’t even really gotta move, i’ll still clap it
yeah, somethin’ like it
freaky b+tch, when i put it in, she gon’ f+ck me out
n+ggas poor as a b+tch, so his ice is in a top [?]
where the [?], i’m finna pull up asap

- myaap lyrics

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