Young A.c.
Young A.c. - Party Life songtekst
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[Verse 1] Illest fliest ever This shit ain't know we make it Wait my eye for vibrating Making me wanna break it Can't tell that as I pop it That shit ain't making breakfast Know that won't ever break me Hell I'll just be on my way in Last night is buried to me Thank God I slipped the roofie This might be hangover 3 I feel like Alice Stewie Brush my teeth with colgate Towel over my whole face Shower on my low side Turned it on got in this flex time I was on the phone with sookie My lil baby on the next line Valet ask for a tip I told 'em next time I threw it The coupe messy I knew it My first stop is the car wash This kush might made my heart stop On flexing in this hard top My Philly bitch from up town My MIO from far out I make a couple call the night We trying to buy a bar out And eventhough it's day time They lookin' like the star They see me and tweet pic I retweet Fast it ball make it look like I seeing no PC's Shout out to my lil Georgia Hell we always meet on P street No flexing [Verse 2] Welcome to the party life dificult The champagne slash bar the molli life Living like a damn king Say that boy a rolling stone Living out on my luggage chain No telling when I'm going home Showing out in a public tea The parrow way I land Got my feet up in the sand Had my mom up on the hills Cut them leeches off my plants 20k up on the neck Couple digits on my hand Bentley brighning on my wrist Tell them bitches I'm the man What the fuck they talking about Cashing in and walking out We see 220 on that dash That mean that Aston Martin out Tell valet don't touch my shit I ain't pulling in I'm parking out Catch him standing on them tables Wait to bring his sparkles out [Verse 3] Feeling high as ever These kilos hold my necklace Could have me going federal So could this myth and waist in Cautious and extra careful Haters watching out Phillie Called up my brother cheddar Now I'm off to my city Exit of off Atlantic I see police don't panic That blood red mase' coupe Got me looking satanic It ain't go how they planned it Guess they wanted me buried I'm so tired of these motherfuckers I'm telling them hurry Got a grammar trigger in their real life Bigger than a rear view and all here lies 24 on Nas and I'ma hold the 9 Let them shoot you once Nigga dead twice I'm flying on these loafers The chevy vert on floaters Got heavy working motor But I don't think they feel me So I do it more than local And I fly out on the usual And the bitches always miss me Different cities I don't choose 'em I just fuck 'em don't abuse 'em Duck 'em when it's kush up I pull up to my brother's house we puffing like some hoovers And we riding like bitch cruisers Getting high inside each cruiser His glock, ruger my cash ,ruler Intense is on the windows Haters can't do nothing to us And you wouldn't wanna know us if you knew us It's round about 11 now I go in the crib I settle down Going out the night again Whole another level now I roll up me a spliff Shower after I shit Then brush my teeth again And then I mighty fly in my fifth See this the party life Bitches are hella shot Get drunk and go to jail And use money to bail us out That's what it's all about Ferarri life ,vroom!