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letra de party anyway - cold as hell

shotout to tinadee!

krikit boi smashed it!

[hook: lyrical]
said i woke up in the morning, knew my rent was gon’ be late
got a call from a shawty, that i met the other day
had to check my celly, only got a couple 100 to my name
put a middle finger in the air, we gon’ party anyway
party anyway, we gon’ party anyway

we gon’ party anyway, we gon’ party anyway
give a f-ck about tomorrow, all i got is today
party anyway, we gon’ party anyway
yeah the homie just called, man they all on they way
party anyway, we gon’ party anyway
1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots to the face
party anyway, we gon’ party anyway
not giving a f-ck about f-ck is all i do everyday

[verse: anterluz]
$10 on pump one, n-gga, the night just begun
i’m 205 but the d-ck weigh a ton
i’m from the ie, california
who is this n-gga on the track, doin’ it like he do it
girl that’s a-n-t, i thought you already knew it
i been on that chedda grind, that provolone that gouda though like a kick return we just get it and we go
need a dime with red pumps on my lap at all times
i ain’t from the slums or the trap but that’s fine
step up in this m-th-f-cka lookin like jerome
look at the white shoes, look at the white shoes hoe!
better than a fireman the way you swing around that pole
do it like some stocks, the way you pick it up and drop it low
if plain sense makes common sense, then seek no other dollas then them commas and them cents, ya freak b-tch!

[verse: lyrical]
shots to the head fam!
i said, shots to the fam! let’s go!
i need a, couple bottles like i need to breath, heavy
got the devil on my shoulder bout to set him free, deadly
on my b.o.b sh-t, tonight i’m looking for curves
that make it, the way i hit it and serve
and she love it, no lie, just take a look in her eye
ain’t n0body done it to her, and never will, like moi
conversations got her smiling as she whispers in my ear
voulez le vouz couche avec moi? h-ll yeah!
whether early in the morning, to sooth my soul
draining the pain of my pops p-ssing, that liqueur cold
credit cards maxed out, pocket money, tapped out
homie in the back looking like he about to p-ss out
double cup, raise it up, self made recipe
machine gun shots til i see angels in front of me, like

- cold as hell

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