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letra de at tha party - peysoh & tyga

[chorus: tyga]
(go, go) she gon’ shake that ass
(go, go) she gon’ get that cash
(go, go) drink ’til there’s nothin’ left
(go, go) she gon’ meet me in the backyard (d-d-diego)

[verse 1: tyga]
baby, h-llo, make it wiggle like jello (jello)
on the instrumental, i go hard, armadillo (yeah)
i play with the p-ssy like strings with geppetto
in balenciaga lookin’ rock, heavy metal (ooh)
angel in the prada but she dance with the devil (yeah)
pop a adderall, had to elevate my level (woah)
narrate my life likе malcolm in the middle (yeah)
i would answеr back but you n-gga too little (too little)
quick flip, lips on my dis-nick, b-tch go ballistic (yeah)
sh-t is gettin’ ridiculous, fashion my rick drip (yeah)
paris with the sweetest b-tch, but she like the french kiss (yeah)
kissin’ on a friend, then i fly to b-tch to marrakesh (yeah)
nah, i be playin’, sayin’ anything to these hoes, mane (yeah)
fresh off the plane, when i land, i need barricades (yeah)
got so many hoes, man, i need me a free day (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i just merge the car, put them hoes on three-way

[pre-chorus: peysoh]
she ain’t even make it out the party, she was goin’ out to party
caught a opp’, had to bag his brother all up in his party
caught her body at the party, off of molly at the party
if you know the p-ssy good, don’t be shootin’ up the party
[chorus: tyga]
(go, go) she gon’ shake that ass
(go, go) she gon’ get that cash
(go, go, go, go, go, go) drink ’til there’s nothin’ left
(go, go, go, go, go) she gon’ meet me in the back

[verse 2: peysoh]
told her, “do it on my dis-nick if you really feel this”
evil shy thuggin’, baby, you know i’m with the shiznicks
i keep a lil’ freak on stand by who come in quickness
i said i might just f-ck, but don’t start gettin’ in my business
got a mask up when i’m shippin’, it get chippin’, i ain’t trickin’ it
she said all i think about is p-ssy and my dividends
i heard he got face, then i subtract part of his ligaments
i’m tellin’ you, them words’ll really get you in predicaments
tell ’em free the innocent, my k!llers move with militants
i’m rappin’ homicide ’cause i was really a partic-p-nt
49th street, you better keep it and be vigilant
gon’ f-ck you like a ho ’cause, baby, ain’t no gettin’ intimate
keep a fat strap on my lap, don’t get grabbed
house party goin’ stupid, sippin’ henny, gettin’ cash
all my homies really spazzed, don’t get bullets in your ass
in the function like it’s nothin’, she a enemy of blabs

[pre-chorus: peysoh]
she ain’t even make it out the party, she was goin’ at the party
caught her hoppin’, had to bag up her brother all up in his party
caught a body at the party, i found molly at the party
if you know the p-ssy good, don’t be shootin’ up the party
[chorus: tyga]
(go, go) she gon’ shake that ass
(go, go) she gon’ get that cash
(go, go, go, go, go, go) drink ’til there’s nothin’ left
(go, go, go, go, go) she gon’ meet me in the back

[outro: tyga]
go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go

- peysoh tyga

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