P.R.E.A.C.H. - Let's Make This a Party lyrics

[Hook: P-Stunna] Chillin at home, I'm trynna turn up Uoeno you bout to learn up You ain't got a thing to do hardly So come over and let's make this a party [Verse One: P-Stunna] Call up my boy and he bout to bring the drinks Of course we get crunk, this the south, what you think? Crank up the speakers, dude we got like five subs My driveway packed and they all on dubs Imma tell you right now dude, we may be in the hood But I run this city so my dude it's all good New Js, Gucci belt, yo I'm looking fly Everybody up in here, even yo girl dropping by Tell her bring her friends, and her friends can bring they friends Who even needs a club in the 407 My homie DJ-ing and he playin my tracks If you don't think this party live then you must be on crack I think I deserve a crown Cause PSM throws the bombast bash in town [hook] [Skit: Preach] Alright motherf**ers We're gonna do this f**ing acapella sh** right the f** now Alright b**hes, are you ready? Cause all of you n***as, all of you b**hes, are gonna lick the tip of my dick! Alright? That's the good spot when you get it Alright check it, uh [Verse Two: Preach] Y'all n***as can't see me All I be doing is smoking on the weed Cause you can't see me cause I'm blind Wait that makes no sense, that means you are blind And I'm the one who can see You're the one doing John Cena on me But really, I like p**y Oh yeah that rhymed, with me PSM business, oh yeah You already know that I like My dick inside a p**y, let me tell you that [Skit: Preach (and P-Stunna)] (PSM Revolution motherf**er) PSM f**ing s** (PSM Sex!) Alright motherf**ers? PSM Sex, I'm gonna- Brittany! I'm gonna f** you! I'm gonna f** you! I'm gonna f** you, in your an*s (I agree, I also wanna f** you, but more like in your vagina) And then we're gonna f**ing switch! (Word!) Damn I didn't get that word Oh yeah I did Word motherf**er!