(Verse)
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This my type of party, fiends all in the lobby
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G’s coming like robbies, dealing dope ain’t no hobby
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Straight crack no molly
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White girl turn holly
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Tear drops them foggy, I’m taking souls, minds and bodies
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Real life we got bodies, hand guns for them homies
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No choppas no hollies, what the fuck I need with all that
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Niggas know I’m spitting all facts,
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Niggas know my jeep is on map
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Niggas know the creep up on that
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Niggas know I leave them all flat, pssss
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(Hook)
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This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy
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I sell them both and get cake
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This my type of party, this my type of party
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This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby
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This my type of party
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This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy
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I sell them both and get cake
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This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby
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This my type of party
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(Verse)
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Got a hunned bands and some change
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Never 60 grand worth of cane
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That’s hoe sell if I’m waiting
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No hope to tell you where I’m staying
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Them setup games be for real
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They mess up things for real
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Gotta clap something and high up your crib
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Or worst off you get killed
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Live forever through these beats, I’m speaking to these streets
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It’s never dead when it’s beef,
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Keep your eyes on them don’t sleep
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Don’t put no bitch on no leash
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Let them all come to this piece
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We all know she a freak, don’t be no pussy police
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(Hook)
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This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy
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I sell them both and get cake
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This my type of party, this my type of party
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This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby
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This my type of party
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This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy
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I sell them both and get cake
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This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby
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This my type of party
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(Verse)
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Now it’s about 4:07 am
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I’m tired than a motherfucker, my body hurt
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Say how much you say it, tired than a mugger
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You know what I mean?
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I was working out jogging and shit
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Gotta keep my stamina together
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When I’m fucking these bitches
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Long dick in your bitch nigga
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I was fucking this bitch the other day, I got windy though
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What the fuck?
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Shit felt lil different, you know what I’m saying?
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Never in the bitches, you gotta wear your stamina up
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In case you gotta square with a nigga in the street
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Punch him all in his fucking face
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We into the smoking, but you mean really I smoke everything
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You know what I mean
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I’d be doing 30 years if I’d smoke everything
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Other than that, man we just go keep getting this money
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I don’t do too much talking
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I tell niggas the money machine is on its way
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I did say that, only 2 minutes man, I’ma count it, I got you
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Real niggas always keep they words
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November nigga, got my hoodie on, headphones over the hoodie
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While I talk to you niggas
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I said this my type of party, Brooklyn nigga, dope boy for real
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200% solid gold facts, racks, holler at a nigga, I set you over the pack
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Fuck boys, true as nigga, powder.
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My Type Of Party (Keymix)
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| Troy Ave |
