Meek Mill feat. Young Chris - House Party Lyrics

Lyrics House Party - Young Chris , Meek Mill



Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm cummin'
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin' up my sheets
She tell me, "Boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin' up my weave"
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas, ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money, I say, "Prove it", not a sound
Shhh, white girls, gone wild (gone wild)
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial (on trial)
Bad bitches (bad bitches) got 'em on dial (on dial)
It's bottoms up but it's going down
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon' ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Meet us at the Bunny Ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural-born star, doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, why you think your honey ain't?
Who you think she stay with, this that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, you can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey hoe, yeah, we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin', where the Marley at? That loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin' on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, gold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
ATL, Lou Will-ville
Tryna to show 'em how my nigga Louis will feel (what up, Louis?)
Thursday, call it Meek Mill-ville (Meek Milly)
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie hoe
She lookin' all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie, I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo', I'm like hasta la vista
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party



Writer(s): ROBERT WILLIAMS, MAURICE JORDAN, JERMAINE ANTHONY PREYAN, CHRISTOPHER RIES, ANTHONY TUCKER


Meek Mill feat. Young Chris - House Party
Album House Party
date of release
19-10-2011




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