The Tropaholics - Slumber Party lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Banana boat full of blow Banana clip to cut ya throat Banana dro come take a smoke Banana diamonds yellow stone Heavy snow that berry blow That cherry coke got stupid dough Plenty mo you think I booked a Hundred, shows I'm selling dope I'm into wishin rolling kushin Sippin lean and burnin piff, you Gotta fifth I gotta pint you Took a shot I took a sip. I plead The 5th ain't saying sh** go get My lawyer get him quick spent 80 Grand to beat a case I whipped it Like my purple whip. I caught a Hit like sosa did them k**as Blast ya house ya monkey, I got So much j**elry on me still you Can't take nothing from me. hook It up I cook it up and get some Head while rolling blunts. water Paint, water stain I'm lookin Down she lookin up. beamer truck I rim it up spent 80 thou (400 Stones), she s** a dick while Rollin blunt she keep the boss Man bustin nuts. I get it off she Get it up me and her both can't Get enough me in the go I'm in The go so tryna beat that p**y up [Hook: Gucci Mane] Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking sh** can turn into a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking sh** can turn into a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party (A slumber party, mama, have a slumber party) You can't meet my mama, uh uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Her negligees are burberry Her lingerie came very straight Her oral s** is very wet, my s** so great she Gainin weight I cook a cake she cook a steak, we three astates You section 8 Stay out her face she hardly date she f**kin Gucci shawty DAMN Everdays a ballin day just yesterday we bought a Lake tomorrow Bought us 2 camaros a 08 and a 68. we Trappin fast with Stupid cash so rap on with yo stupid as it's GUCCI MANE no stupid a** I keep on making Stupid cash [Hook: Gucci Mane] Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking sh** can turn into a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking sh** can turn into a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party (A slumber party, mama, have a slumber party) You can't meet my mama, uh uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a - [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Got that Super Soaker p**y pop like Cola Coca Plus it's tighter than a choka' Got em smilin' like the Joker Got that ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne Little Mermaid on my linen When yo mama sleepin' You can call me and get all up in it Bank rolls Gimmie all them pretty furs Cause my p**y game cold When he hit it he say bur He say b-b-b-b-bur I'mma I'mma marry her And he p-lay with that purr (pearl) Like he strummin' his guitar That's me; I am Minaj I am Ni-Nicki Minaj And if you want a ménage Keep a couple pretty broads Look head game busy busy Make a n***a dizzy dizzy b**h I'm at that slumber party Sippin on that frizzy chrissy