letra de where the party at - liltae2, 10ta lil a & tse e2
[intro]
(oh my god, tucc)
[chorus: liltae2]
she wanna know just where the party at
payin’ all my n-ggas ’cause they turnt, i never thought of that
the junkie hit a tester of the dope and had a heart attack
then found out the b-tch was h-lla friendly, now i’m fallin’ back
a pack of ‘woods, exotic and some drank, that’s my starter pack
been punchin’ in on every single beat, feel like we started that
and what you say on beats be h-lla weak, so how you call it rap?
it’s nowhere else to go but to the top, feel like i bought a map
[verse 1]
i said, and if i played in the eighties, would’ve dunked on shaq
told tae i’m finna swing this b-tch (yep), i’m finna watch my step (i said)
this n-gga pulled up v6 and said it was a scat
mad as h-ll that i just poured a four and my pop was black (huh, i said)
i tried to throw it on the scale (yeah) and i’ll rip my bag
sick as h-ll i tried to fight my dad and he beat my ass
i said, if you ain’t walkin’ here with us, you don’t get no pass
twenty thousand, it’s in all dubs, this is not my stash
[chorus: liltae2]
she wanna know just where the party at
payin’ all my n-ggas ’cause they turnt, i never thought of that
the junkie hit a tester of the dope and had a heart attack
then found out the b-tch was h-lla friendly, now i’m fallin’ back
a pack of ‘woods, exotic and some drank, that’s my starter pack
been punchin’ in on every single beat, feel like we started that
and what you say on beats be h-lla weak, so how you call it rap?
it’s nowhere else to go but to the top, feel like i bought a map
[verse 2]
i said shawty got some ass then i’ma throw some cash
n-gga, quit talkin’ ’bout that sh-t and just shoot your bl!ck
i know this b-tch mad i blocked her ass and she ate my d-ck
just pick a glizzy up and go and slide ’cause n-ggas not on sh-t
b-tch, go grab a gun and go and bust your stick
this n-gga really wanna k!ll me ’cause i f-cked his b-tch
with my n-gga tae, he threw the oop, that’s how he dunk that b-tch
it’s only up, get the f-ck out the way ’cause he not gon’ miss
[chorus: liltae2]
she wanna know just where the party at
payin’ all my n-ggas ’cause they turnt, i never thought of that
the junkie hit a tester of the dope and had a heart attack
then found out the b-tch was h-lla friendly, now i’m fallin’ back
a pack of ‘woods, exotic and some drank, that’s my starter pack
been punchin’ in on every single beat, feel like we started that
and what you say on beats be h-lla weak, so how you call it rap?
it’s nowhere else to go but to the top, feel like i bought a map
[verse 3]
he said this n-gga pulled up in a chevy, made him caught a flat
i’m on the west, i’m lookin’ for the j’s like where the party at?
i’m tryna shoot from down the street, you better duck your hat
i told this b-tch quit talkin’ when i’m talkin’, i am not your dad
i’m tryna bust it out the whip, i’m tryna dump my mag
i’m off this perc’, i’m in here talkin’ slow, i probably made your stash
it’s h-lla junkies in the bas-m-nt, i’m not gon’ brag
i got some wop and hit it with a two and i done dropped my bag
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