Kenny Beats - Party lyrics

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Kenny Beats - Party lyrics

[Produced by Andrew Lloyd and Kenny Beats] [Verse 1] Yeah, hot LA n***a 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***a, so damn fly Backwood, that good, n***a, so damn high I'm the truth, in the booth, why would I lie Style out of this world, S-C-I Fi k**in' these n***as, no CSI Audi S5 throw that b**h in drive Got a nine in the ride, 12 kids inside n***a knock knock, you should be advised b**h out comas, Versace on her How ironic how this Rolie is a Daytona Got a new b**h, come from Barcelona Everybody love Q, better ask ya momma, yeah [Hook] sh**, 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 Japanese 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**in' 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** I'm on, he ain't quite like me You can never find a n***a like me, ahh [Verse 2] n***a 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***a 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**hes 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***a, ain't simple Tryna buy a pound, n***a what it hit for? Smoke solo, all to the temple Groovy Q, might get in acting too Smokin' k** Bill prolly f**in' Lucy Liu Puff Daddy ain't no tellin' what he might do n***as can't fade me, I ain't Boosie boo Black Hippy, HiiiPower, the amazing group Everybody be a star, like a f**in' Jew Cuban b**h, that's fine, never 69'd Switch her to 64, she gettin' low low, yeah [Hook] + [Bridge]

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