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wuntayk timmy - welcome to the party (remix) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
ron g, what’s poppin’ n-gga?
wuntayk timmy
tayk season
yeah

[verse]
baby welcome to the party
cleaning with me, yes lawdy
ladder with me, jeff hardy
turn a n-gga chef boyardee
boyardee, boy are these n-ggas sorry
we ain’t gon’ feed n-ggas are we?
nah, leave n-ggas starving
b-tch i’m a thot, get me lit
gun on my hip, one in the head
another in every n-gga that he with
baby, baby don’t trip
don’t go on my phone, you know what it is
i ain’t never dream i’d be a k!lla
went to sleep with my pistol in my pillow
woke up, took my pistol to the sh-tter
won’t catch me slipping in my slippers
i can see it in the distance getting clearer
life is flashing, think the end is getting nearer
michael jackson, this is it
militia n-gga slide clappin’
like we listening to thriller
i ain’t cappin’, i’m so different from these n-ggas
i am so different
getting high from the bubble, i’m blisterin’
i cannot get in trouble, i’m innocent
got a rock from the rubble and trip with hard
trapped it, doubled it, tripled it
they surprised by how humble i’m giving it
i ain’t teaching you nothing, i’m living it
grab a mic and i’ll rest when i’m rich with it
baby welcome to the party
he think it sweet, not harley
we got the meat like arby’s
n-gga need mine ‘fore you’re sorry
still want a 512 ferrari
in the state flying with a barbie
mc fly like i’m marty
b-tches be quiet when i’m talkin’
shh, she giving head on her knees
she said she can ride on her feet
i told that b-tch i wanna see
yeah y’all got the hoes
the money sound better to me
they won’t settle with me
i might let up for cheap
but it’s never for free
i done set up this beef
i want cheddar on top
put a whole lot of sesame seeds
yeah we getting bread on my block
i grew up on sesame street
you know i ain’t never gon’ stop
nah we just want every piece
and if that’s my n-gga, then treat him like me
and b-tch give him whatever he needs
i’ma hustle forever whenever in need
yeah, i hit a flow like a rookie
she think i’m a sweater, i’m more like a hoodie
i’m playing a lil soccer what’s goody?
i’m back on my bully still packing a fully
i ain’t forgot i’m good lookin’
while having some beef i can hop in some p-ssy, i’m swimming away
shoutout to my minimum wage gangsters, homie you still gettin’ paid
man out here just tryna get a dolla, hundred million ways
if i die just make sure my momma and all of my children are straight
i told her hey wait till tomorrow i just hope they don’t k!ll me today
if they get it, i’ll still be a great, my b-tch got so much faith
that i feel bigger than the sp-ce between me and second place
n-ggas getting ready for my wake and my funeral, sh-t set a date
i’ll prolly show up h-lla late and have to hop heaven gates
i’m right between f’n eights, i’m a motherf-cking g
i just keep f-cking up the streets, she just keep f-cking up my sheets
i don’t know none these n-ggas, gotta point ’em out baby, which one is he?
i done p-ssed ’em off and i done sh-tted on ’em, n-gga this a number three
she gon’ get a brazilian, all these p-ssy n-ggas on this wax sh-t
it such a beautiful feeling how i put you n-ggas on this crack sh-t
yeah one thing i love about dealing was i ain’t have to worry about the tax sh-t
but now n-ggas wanna tax sh-t and i ain’t gon’ go for that sh-t
nah n-gga, welcome to the party
boy you can cry, beg, and plead
we still gon’ do it regardless
yeah, yeah
baby welcome to the party, yeah
the way that they chillin’, i feel like this sh-t is alarming
f-cking welcome to the party
b-tch you will not see me sit
nah, my lessons are sh-t
the f-ck is a bed huh, n-gga f-ckin’ the world, yeah
baby, yeah, baby don’t trip, you know what i’m on
rest when i’m rich, tayk

[outro]
i deserve a grammy, a oscar, and a emmy
clique clan sh-t, best rapper alive, haha

- wuntayk timmy lyrics

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