f*ck the Party Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Steady throwin' that bullsh*t up like it mean something
I'ma hit him with this nice smile and give him this mean hundred
Hit him with the chop ten times 'til he start beatboxing
She wanna give me head and shoulders, I need the fee out her
Let me guess, n*ggas wanna be my friend now?
Fifty million off Sue Young, b*tch, I'm gentile
I'm an animal, this a hit stick
This 9 might not hold a hundred but it fits sticks
You reach for it, it's gonna be an early Christmas
Don't play with us if you ain't allowed to live here
b*tch, want me, I'm too macho
I got something in the duffle, El Chapo
Let the mud spill, I'ma show you where the mop go
sh*t, I get disco fever
When I'm off this mud, I could bring back Jesus
When I'm with the plug, I could bring back 80s
sh*t, I gives no f*cks
Money whole life you ain't have no luck
sh*t, don't hate me for it
I'll f*ck the club up and Mae Ling pay for it

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll f*ck the party up with this micro Drac'
Just press a thousand Roxies up, now where I'ma take 'em?
Bro, these Percocets fake, I can tell when I break 'em
Stomped the dope so hard with my foot, damn near fell in the basement
These V cuts got me scratchin', my big toe itchin'
Our twenty ounces ain't the same, I dropped a four in it
Don't pull up on me extra tinted, I might blow in it
Just took a n*gga heat, said I was walkin' to the store with it
I been f*cking parties up for a long time
The first gun I shot a house up with was a chrome nine
A b*tch can't get over on me, I got a strong mind
Traphouse look like Salvation Army, it's a long line
He said he had some Wockhardt, but it was artificial
My Glock like my best friend, I go to parties with him
Straight drop dope, this sh*t look like some snotty tissue
Good aim, I can pop a pimple when I pop the pistol

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
I'll f*ck the party up with this Draco
I'll f*ck the party up with this chop
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn, sh*t, alright
I had to tell the b*tch like, like, like, chill out
Man, n*ggas be acting like strippers, like damn
Like, lil' mama, chill out, like, man
You don't wanna have to f*ck this party up, man
Damn
I've been thinking this whole time like
This sh*t bein' crazy
I know they gon' be like
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
Apparently it's like that
Lil' mama, chill out
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