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letra de life of the party - t.i

[hook:]
when i was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(we used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always got to fightin’ and arguin’, and had to get it poppin’ right at the party) i used to say “g” can’t you n-gg-s stay “g” then i had to see the reala’
(well he just wanna be the life of the party, he probably bustin’ out the sprite n’ bacardi, and he don’t wanna lose his life at the party) d-mn buddy you way to close to me, he don’t mean no harm shawty (he just wanna be the life of the party, that’s why these n-gg-s don’t allow me to party, so i be walkin right up out of the parties) you know we used to get along, hit the club so long now i rather stay home (cause i’m too grown to be the life of the party, cause stupid n-gg-s go to actin’ r-t-rded and once we get to brawlin they gon’ sue me regardless)

[verse 1:]
i used to love to get clean roll fresh to the scene pocket full of green, neck full of bling bling make the b-tches loud scream, pannies all clean, now here come the wild n-gg-s talkin’ loud on the bean, listen buddy you way to close to me where i’m from that means you wanna do somethin’ to me so don’t be loud talkin to me like you some bully it’s a rocket in my pocket and you through if i pull it, but honestly i’d rather save my bullet this could be somethin’ we could both avoid now could it, i’ll listen to you tell me what’s ya name and what ya hood is but i got my girl with’ me, get in the club with me? naw ya see dog i know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask to call somebody? n-gg- i don’t know you, you see the sh-t i go through n’ this a party dog i don’t even wanna go to

[verse 2:]
i’m a grown -ss man with a big bank roll, what makes you think i’m finna’ be here arguin at the door, with a bouncer or promoter let me in or tell me no, try to charge me a dolla’ f-ck this sh-t i’m finna’ go, ay, let us all in, cause when we fall in, see all the broads gettin’ loose so we all win and plus a coulpe stacks i’m spendin’ at the bar again, this party won’t make or break me i’m still ballin’ baby, see the mercedes, sweet -ss ms. cedes, sucka’s hate and broke n-gg-s gettin frustrated, a young folk playin’ all the girls elated this n-gg- talkin’ to me bout’ his cd, save it, this some sh-t you need to hit me in the day with call doug ain’t tryna play with these jay’s sh-t, them b-tches that i’m tryna’ have my way with, i need to tell homes get the f-ck on how should i say this. hey listen potna it’s a real bad time i had a real long day and got other sh-t on my mind and you blockin’ my view of this b-tch i’m tryna’ see from behind, now she gone i should’ve stayed home, this happen everytime, i don’t have a good time, i just go and sit around, i guess it’s time for me to go on n’ sit it down, for a over obsessive fan or a hater make me kill em’, i don’t know about ya’ll but this ain’t what i call… chillin

[verse 3: r. kelly]
d-mn homie why you all on me like that, push back n-gg- you don’t know me like that, move out my way i’m tryna see some new -sses, you close like i’m lookin through a pair of thick gl-sses, d-mn i ain’t tryna hear sh-t about ya’ cousin, i ain’t tryna shake hands and meet yo’ girl yo, i ain’t tryna here no sh-t about you play piano, especially ain’t tryna here no sh-t about yo film ho, can’t you see i’m high i’m tryna get my groove on, i’m tryna talk to these chicks so get ya’ move on, all up in the v.i.p with’ ya cell phone tryna get next to me just to get ya stunt on, homie get ya own game homie get ya own name, homie get ya own fame homie get ya own chain, you want people to see you, believe me man when you standin’ next to me they gon’ see you

- t i

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