All The Parties

作词 : A. Graham/B. Saint Fort/M. Bidaye/H. Arsenault/J Dolla Name/M. Samuels/Fierce Name/Coleman Name

作曲 : A. Graham/B. Saint Fort/M. Bidaye/H. Arsenault/J Dolla Name/M. Samuels/Fierce Name/Coleman Name

Ayy

Ayy, ayy

Grr

Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark

Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark

Walk-in closet, got more Chrome in than Stark

Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark

Guess it’s time for me to cover the shark

Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art

**** you hoes, I swear I'm breakin’ your heart

It's broken

I bought the house just to knock that shit down

I bought the Rolls just to take it apart

She bought an ass, now she makin' it arch

Doctor's office was the last time that you niggas even had your name on a chart

Shawty graduated, playin' it smart (Ayy, yeah)

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies

She at all the partiеs, T'd up with 3Hunna

She just did her body, she in lovе with Sosa

Girl, you such a thottie

Ayy, Sosa, baby

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now I drop the addy

And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna

Showin’ off her body, she in love with Sosa

Girl, you such a thottie, ayy

Money on my mind, I’m rackin' my brain

Shout to Lil’ Palestine, she with the gang

Shout to lil' A1 from Foxwood and Jane

Shout to lil' Izzy, she work as a stewardess

I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane

Free Baby M out the shackle and chain

Me, my evil twin, we one in the same

Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane

R.I.P. Smoke, it's a shame, I’m bumpin' 'em all in the Range

I love all y'all niggas the same, I wish this was back in the day, for real

Forty deep in the East End

We call it swimmin' in the deep end

My b*****s playin' PND and them

The shorties only listen to Weeknd

They archin' back and makin' knees bend

And they ain't graduate but they geekin'

And they live in a crib with a cheap rent, yeah

And I wish I could dead all the beefin'

And I wish I could dead all the dissin' deceased friends

I wish we could be friends

Probably sound like I'm preachin'

The city might sleep in some peace then

But it's not realistic

What's realistic is money that we spend

We coppin' cars like policemen

We heavy guys like obese men

I keep showin' love to the streets and

It's still free the guys 'til they free men, yeah, yeah

And it's 6, our town a dead end world

East End boys and West End girls, yeah

East End boys and West End girls, ayy

Used to be a smarty

Used to wanna study, now I send the addy

And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna

Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa

Girl, you need a hobby

This is the starchild, a.k.a. DJ Pooper Scooper

What's on top of the house? Roof

What's in the top of your mouth? Roof

What's Babe name? Roof

What do a dog say? Roof

We comin' to tear the what off? Roof

They raise your tax, we raise the roof

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