Party Woman lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, so we hit the function, we just rollin' up, chillin' on the wall
Drinkin' a 40 or some pimp sh*t
So I see shorty, she across the way, she just eye-f*ckin' the sh*t out of me
So you know I grab my balls, I walked over there
She with her friends and sh*t but as soon as I spoke to her
She lift up her hand like "Err"

[Verse 1]
You little boujee b*tch
Or Miss 'sneak into the bathroom do coke with yo' chicks
Or I'll only suck a di*k if the motherf*cker's rich
And I wouldn't say I strip
What these n*ggas givin' me is tips
Then it gets to the point where I quit
'Cause I realize
She a boujee b*tch (I came to f*ck sh*t up!)
And get too high
Get too fried
Get rid of all these motherf*ckin' nuts (Come here, b*tch)
That I've got inside saved up for these hoes
Don't lie, tell me what's up
Girlfriend, my eyes on your thighs
Can't look away
I'm tryna f*ck
C-U-T, let's cut
If not I don't give a f*ck (I see the world with my di*k!)
And I don't know the difference 'tween a girl and a b*tch
Is she a ho well then tell her I don't give a sh*t
I guess that's why God gave us big di*ks (Haha!)
Ayy b*tch, what the deal-o?
I been smokin' herb even with my P.O
PH dawg, my killa no dino
Hoes tryna get saved, f*ck it might hero
Nah, I'm more like a geo
It's always crunch time, we be soundin' like some Cheetos
I'm insane in the membrane, call me Breal
I'm a big problem, can't be little
Center of the party, no monkey in the middle
Talk to my fist if you n*ggas got issues
Liquor in my system, n*gga, tell me what you wanna do
Beat you to a pulp, f*ck your b*tch, toss a lateral straight to my man
[Interlude]
Meet Dave, at the party with the rest of the folks
He noticed that someone is goin' smack at his b*tch
"What's up, b*tch
Thinkin' he has some balls
He walks up to him
"Hey, we should go somewhere private"
Azizi Gibson turns around
"Yo, what the f*ck do you want, n*gga?"

[Verse 2]
Now f*ck you gonna do 'cause
It's my party, my house and you see my n*ggas, bruh
So if you gonna swing then swing (Bink bink), we done with ya
Now everybody happy in the party 'cause we just knocked out some punk
Doin' body shots, sniffin' rocks, [sittin' high?], thinkin' what's wrong with us
Hey, it's a twenty blunt session
If you don't get high you just one strong Christian
One of one sin away from dyin' for no reason
Go too hard and a white man greedy
Yo, who that? Motherf*cker, I'm Zizi
Creator of the rap and I'm back for the takin'
[?] but f*ck why is you hatin'?
And I just got a whip, I'ma put it on NAW
I ain't that type of rapper, y'all
Ching ching with the bling bling no not at all
I just need a bad b*tch with the legs Amazon
Make momma proud before she'll go she'll have it all
I don't give a f*ck, my generation cuss a lot
I don't give a f*ck, my generation cuss a lot
I don't give a f*ck, my generation cuss a lot
I don't give a f*ck, my generation cuss a lot
Uh, but there ain't sh*t that I can do
Except spark a blunt when the music starts foo'
I'm playin' my part, can't say about you
I bet you as a sperm, I was on my moves
I overlapped you in a race, head into the tubes
Genesis ever since then you lose
Doesn't that make you say you like you saw a bug you allergic to
[Interlude]
Is that a f*ckin' spider bro? f*ck, I f*ckin' hate spiders
sh*t we're leavin' this party, f*ckin' punky-ass preHISTORIC boys

[Outro]
b*tch, you a motherf*ckin' sl*t
Yeah, it's cool with me, yeah, it's cool with me
You can break all the sh*t in my crib
Yeah, it's cool with me, yeah, it's cool with me
As long as you clean that sh*t
Yeah, it's cool with me, yeah, it's cool with me
I'll even match yo' ass on a spliff
You ain't as cool as me, you ain't as cool as me
b*tch, you a mortherf*ckin' sl*t
But it's cool with me