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letra de party pooper - 9lokknine

[intro]
arcaze on the beat
ring around the rosy
pocket full of ben franks
ashes, we nip him in the bud
spin his block like a tornado, vvs [?]
choppa turn that lil b-tch to a flood
woah
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on man, g9 on the beat
everything get slaughtered

[chorus]
racks out, n-gg- man drop, i can’t stop
i’m gon’ black out and clear the whole park (okay, okay)
said them n-gg-s never surfed wit’ me in that push to start (ain’t nun)
you wasn’t out here on turf wit’ me thuggin’ after dark (oh yeah, oh yeah)
you never buy sum, b-tch bye bye (aye)
caught ya by the trash can, he jumped in it where he stand (oh yeah, oh yeah)
i’m stoppin’ sh-t, glock 9 in my pants (uh huh)
you itchy b-tch, cabinet full of ants (okay, okay)

[verse 1]
quit dissin’ b-tch ‘fore we pull up where you layin’ (oh yeah)
got the addy on yo’ spot, sweep the block, spin again (it’s over here)
show no attention to you kids, i’m a man (oh yeah, oh yeah)
we get that dope shipped in, [?]
got suspended, i had smelled like contraband
i’m [?] jeopardy, [?] in my pants
i-i-i bet lil ricky got that glizzy on command
afnf, i’m finna start my own brand
afnf, i’m finna start my own plan
h-ll nah, you can’t join, cut off the friends
what i believe in, d-mn right i took a stand
now i’m achievein’, successful grown man
i witness it, but i’m gon’ lie, i [?]
i’m talkin’ raise my right hand, free my mans
me and lil shareal, remember surfin’ in sedans
we gon’ hurt ya g, if a p-ssy b-tch keep playin’

[verse 2]
ring around the rosy, pocket full of ben franks
last year we nipped him in the bud (nip him in the bud)
spin his block like a tornado, vvs [?]
how we turn that lil b-tch to a flood (to a flood)
sometime water might be thicker than that blood
you ain’t do what i do but it is what it was (what it was, aye)
they done got [?] from the jump
i be ridin’ presidential, f-ck a trump (f-ck a trump)
you say a donald then i’m thinkin’ of the duck (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
if he quack, watch his fellas gon’ get plucked
you done made this sh-t more than what it was
[?] give ya penetrate, you gon’ get bust (bow, bow, bow, bow)
like a pimple, my lil temper don’t take fuss (at all, aye)
i don’t talk, so how the f-ck did we discuss
ain’t no comin’ back, ’cause this sh-t cut, who to trust?
after i hit that b-tch, i gotta go, i caught my nut

- 9lokknine

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