Party Party lyrics
by Kuttem Reese
[Intro]
(Cutta, we rich)
(VVS, you forgot to hit it)
[Chorus]
My white girl wasted, she get high, start screaming, "Party, party"
I f*cked this b*tch I didn't know, I'm really sorry, sorry
Bro pulled up Lamb', I pulled up shifting in Ferrari, 'Rari
An opp' just died, so what that mean? Okay, let's throw a party
My white girl wasted, she get high, start screaming, "Party, party"
I f*cked this b*tch I didn't know, I'm really sorry, sorry
Bro pulled up Lamb', I pulled up shifting in Ferrari, 'Rari
An opp' just died, so what that mean? Okay, let's throw a party
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
His Rastas off like Bob Marley
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Got Glocks, choppas, and narcotics
[Verse]
My Rasta, yeah, my partner, yeah
Your daughter, we got her and f*cked hеr, yeah
Don't be that last dude causе he got f*cked up, yeah
And he worth millions, but still on that dumb stuff, yeah
Ayy, I'm the dumbest n*gga, they know I'm coming, n*gga (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pull up swervin' like a revered, I could run it, n*gga
Post in the hood all by myself, I don't need no hundred, n*gga
I never change, like, f*ck this fame and f*ck this money, n*gga (Brrt)
[Chorus]
My white girl wasted, she get high, start screaming, "Party, party"
I f*cked this b*tch I didn't know, I'm really sorry, sorry
Bro pulled up Lamb', I pulled up shifting in Ferrari, 'Rari
An opp' just died, so what that mean? Okay, let's throw a party
My white girl wasted, she get high, start screaming, "Party, party"
I f*cked this b*tch I didn't know, I'm really sorry, sorry
Bro pulled up Lamb', I pulled up shifting in Ferrari, 'Rari
An opp' just died, so what that mean? Okay, let's throw a party
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
His Rastas off like Bob Marley
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Oh, he's a bad boy? (A bad boy)
Got Glocks, choppas, and narcotics
[Outro]
My Rasta, yeah, my partner, yeah
Your daughter, we got her and f*cked her, yeah
Don't be that last dude cause he got f*cked up, yeah
And he worth millions, but still on that dumb stuff, yeah