Luyện nghe bài hát This Is My Party Explicit Dirty

fabolous)
(3x)

(2x)

(2x)

(verse: fabolous)
Aint no what this hpno'll do to me
I'm feelin like I can do I want know, diplo immunity
(shorty!) just shake your hips slow and move me
Take a hit of this and sip slow and
You out on ya man, tip-toe in to the V
Cause I know you got him though like merangue
Lets put on a live strip just you and me
But girl, i'm lookin at them though like who is she?
They never seen the whip, clothe, or jewelry
So when I ask you you wanna leave zip code they "true indeed"
"but this is my party, so if you want to
ya'll could stay home but why u want to?
We gon' til we laid in graves
out our doobie braids and waves, and scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That made her way
Cause when she seen the whips and
She started talking 'bout she ready to be a slave, c'mon

(chorus 2: (2X)
This is my
So get fly if you to
Get high if you to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you to
And if it feels good "hey-hey-hey yo"

(verse: fabolous)
I don't about y'all
But we it over here
All the glasses got liquid that it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it here
I can fit a few in the rear
We havin' a time, don't ruin it overs stares
You see why we to see ID
Cause girls'll do for some VIP access
Me I relaxes (easy) cause I'm used to
You could tell that these guys need
But if it was a problem then I would you
You "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
Hard to picture that papi snooks, and chop up crooks
I ride wit the top down and to the top-up look
Would you believe these bitches would bop us shooked
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up

(chorus 2)

(verse fabolous)
Oh yea! off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins as hell
If the ladies show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them as well
And everybody, up north sick in jail
I probably y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Family speed off six SL's
All them chicks'll "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake glass back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as as hell
And from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that guys say they want you
I wake up in the clothes from yesterday
hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips of the dro' from yesterday
Had hang-overs
You ain't we in Benz's today
But we had them Range yesterday

(chorus 2)

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