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letra de helly's & foams - free party

[intro: jay veno]
yeah, uh

[verse 1: jay veno]
i used to f-ck up the booth at the gogo to polo
now they pay me to f-ck up the booth, split the frodo with moco
now they
it ain’t no rumors about me, i’m picky ’bout partners and choosy ’bout bodies
i pick ’em apart and then pillage they posse
they wishin’ it flop but they know they can’t stop me
they copy the party to stay
i’m in your state
that’s what she say when she wanna meet up to repent her mistakes
can’t play it safe
i need my endin’ mentioned with the greats
y’all need attention, mentions fuel your gauge
hate when the women trendy and the n-ggas iffy
if he ever tellin’, he was never with me
if she ever got me, she can never get me
never modest or moderate
burst ya bubble, lil’ buddy, don’t bottle it
ravage abolish, y’all average if honest
a pg baby, that’s six flags where i started to pack the pockets
pray to get up my garnish, ho
i’m at whoever to k!ll
i only came for a spot in this b-tch
n-ggas know that i’m cruella de vil
i, i, i get the deal
i probably run through that cash fast
throw the bulk to my peeps, spend like four on the team
and the rest, i’ma blow it on ash kaashh
my pen is revis or rikers, it leave you on islands
see if we can find and infiltrate your asylum
if peter piper pickin’ patience, then find him
’cause we been fightin’, tryna speed up the timin’
[interlude]
back the f-ck up, ho
i am all closer— (bruh, bruh)
on my mama, you got me f-

[chorus: jay veno & moco]
i used to beat up my feet at the gogo
you know though, you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i used to shovel the street for some polo with moco
then hop on the train to dc
b-tch, i’m a beast, this sh-t a sweep
k!ll me a rapper, then step on the stone
came from the map of the trappers, the president, pastors
but we just knew h-lly’s and foams
i used to f-ck up the ledos with veno
then hop on the blue line to gallery place
i used to f-ck up the field with d wolley
and veno was tebow way back in them days
y’all led astray, i been away
f-ckin’ up booths everywhere in la
i get the loot with my troops, then reboot with the group
then go split that sh-t back ’round the way, ayy

[verse 2: moco & jay veno]
start out my convos like, “watch how you talk to me”
all this sh-t written, god showed me through prophecies
lately, we been talkin’ constantly
he keep the real ones close so n-ggas ain’t stoppin’ me
reload the clip and then aim for the arteries
pardon me, i cannot kick it like soccer teams
need me more properties, address me properly
i get the bag and i swerve on ’em, this the massacre
keep it fifty if they actin’ iffy, yeah, the party just lifted the caliber
my dawg in the passenger and my dawg in the back seat
yeah, we all the same, we just tote different calibers
i don’t have opps, but if it’s a challenger, mop him out like a janitor
f-ck what they thought it was, need get these dollars up
divide it with all my bruhs ’cause i know where we started from
i’m tryna cop a new crib for fatima, k!ll every beat till we all get subpoenas
f-ck up the drums, go for miles, i’m a p1
ball on these n-ggas, i ain’t talkin’ d1
i just need a pad and a pen for what we on
move it like franklin and leon
i’m taxin’ a fee on favors or shoulders to lean on
right now, i’m selfish, i’m tryna put the team on my back
keepin’ the family intact
look, mattress on the floor in van nuys
been hard times, but f-ck it, i’ll do it again
veno left seventy racks at the table at mgm, said he do it again (yeah, uh)
[chorus: jay veno & moco]
i used to beat up my feet at the gogo
you know though, you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i used to shovel the street for some polo with moco
then hop on the train to dc
b-tch, i’m a beast, this sh-t a sweep
k!ll me a rapper, then step on the stone
came from the map of the trappers, the president, pastors
but we just knew h-lly’s and foams
i used to f-ck up the ledos with veno
then hop on the blue line to gallery place
i used to f-ck up the field with d wolley
and veno was tebow way back in them days
y’all led astray, i been away
f-ckin’ up booths everywhere in la
i get the loot with my troops, then reboot with the group
then go split that sh-t back ’round the way, ayy

- free party

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