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letra de party - schoolboy q

[verse 1]
yeah, hot la n-gga but i’m extra cold
no chain on and i’m extra froze
lookin’ icy, bucket hat p-o-lo
i smoke dope, everybody and my po know
ufo, n-gga, so d-mn fly
backwood, that good, n-gga, so d-mn high
i’m the truth, in the booth, why would i lie
style out of this world, s-c-i fi
k!llin’ these n-ggas, no csi
audi s5 throw that b-tch in drive
got a nine in the ride, 12 kids inside
n-gga knock knock, you should be advised
b-tch out comas, versace on her
how ironic how this rolie is a daytona
got a new b-tch, come from barcelona
everybody love q, better ask ya momma, yeah

[chorus]
sh-t, i never know, when they might take my life
so i party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right
dominican, armenian, cuban, got hoes all type
party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right
(i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock)
got hoes all tight
(i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock)
party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right
j-panese and chinese, lebanese got hoes all type
party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right

[bridge]
i’m a f-ckin’ g, let me see
he don’t do it like me, he ain’t groovy like me
bet he broke, he ain’t ballin’ like me
80 racks, spend it all like me, double back like me
he ain’t real, where they at like me? show your hands
where you’re really like me, worth a milli’ like me
sh-t i’m on, he ain’t quite like me
you can never find a n-gga like me, ahh

[verse 2]
n-gga thinkin’ back when i was on figg row
always had to reload, slidin’ in the regal
no l’s in the whip, riding ’round illegal
headed to the studio where you were stealin’ me flow
now a n-gga lookin’ like a walkin’ kilo
probably in a benzo, daughter in a pea coat
with your girl, on my sack, she deserve a ho ho
headed to the studio, you’re still stealin’ me flow
ride with cavale in br clothes
with a couple loc’s, real gi-joes
don’t hug or kiss b-tches but got x and o’s
fendi shades on, now they like “there he go”
easy going, she a freak bro
livin’ my life, n-gga, ain’t simple
tryna buy a pound, n-gga what it hit for?
smoke solo, all to the temple
groovy q, might get in acting too
smokin’ k!ll bill prolly f-ckin’ lucy liu
puff daddy ain’t no tellin’ what he might do
n-ggas can’t fade me, i ain’t boosie boo
black hippy, hiiipower, the amazing group
everybody be a star, like a f-ckin’ jew
cuban b-tch, that’s fine, never 69’d
switch her to 64, she gettin’ low low, yeah

- schoolboy q

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