Life of the Party
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They are the life of the party
Light up the town
He's got that old .45
I love the sound
Turntables may wobble
But they don't fall down
They're in control of the rhythm
Sit back being amazed
You feel something tickling
Whenever they take the stage
The turntables may wobble
But they don't fall down
Yo, aight, look
24K shell toes with the dookie rope
Cocaine rap style but I'm in this Louis coat
Hit you with a dooley note, I stay fresh
Going off the Buddha smoke, I stay blessed
Shout out to my homies on the ones and twos
Hate requesting ass niggas 'bout to fuck up the crew
Five hundred for a walk in my shoes
Got the same tool of carpentry used
You get the hammer and the bitch get screwed
Ain't a party 'til the chick get nude
Told her do it for the art, bitch this that Louvre
On a yacht like a ark taking rappers in twos
Cliques and crews, chicks and dudes
He, she, they, whatever pronoun you use
Rock jewels, drop jewels, pop fools who want it
Got 99 problems, nigga make it a hundred
Shotgun in the Chevy, nigga let's go hunting
Shotgun in the window, baby I'm so southern
Still smoke the family tree, I got an ounce from my cousin
If I'm talking 'bout your mama I ain't playing a dozen
Talk about playing house, bitch we fucking
Chicks be clucking, in my 6-2 sitting on something
Still parking lot pimping, I'm just sitting and stunting
Turntables might wobble, never skipping and jumping
And they don't fall down for nothing, thought I was fronting?
They are the life of the party
Light up the town
He's got that old .45
I love the sound
Turntables may wobble
But they don't fall down
They're in control of the rhythm
Sit back being amazed
You feel something tickling
Whenever they take the stage
The turntables may wobble
But they don't fall down
Step out the Ac' coupe, black Adidas track suit
Looking like a 80s drug dealer cat that stack loot
Make the cash move like my rent ain't really past due
Shorty with the tattoo, I'm loving how her ass moves
Three songs ago she was unenthused
'Til RJ started spinning on the ones and twos
Now let's get it boy, she said I move like a city boy
But baby I'm a southern as Brunswick stew
An undefeatable lover, a certified rhymer
I just need money behind me like the paid in full cover
No guns in the room, I'm just here to make the club rock
I ain't trying to meet an early doom like Sub Rock
You M-effers, I never been better
A nigga trip he gon' need better stitching than his Benz leather
Don't start, no won't be no keeping peaceful
Plus the temperature in here could cause a heat stroke
I rolled up in here deep with D-squad
I spot a black Taiwanese broad
She multi-colored like police cars
Five minutes then we breeze off
Trying to slide in her like a key card
'Til I bust off like a nine millimeter Beretta
Super and Slim, you ain't seen nothing better
These technique 12s might slightly wobble
We can still party long as y'all don't fight and squabble
Real shit bruh