paroles de chanson Gangsta Party - Bustdown Vic

Mmhmm, Shii
Shii shii shii
Right on
Yessirr we got the Don Julio in the mother fucking studio
Yezzzirrr, come on
Shiii, Yessir, yessir, yessir

Picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture
I'll roll me up some green with heem, a perfect mixture (Perfect Mixture)
Pour me up another cup, drink it up and fucked me up (Oh it fucked me up)
My bitch rolls the blunts but she knows she ain't finna spark it up (The fuck you doin? Tch)

Yeah that's just how it is (How it is)
You hear bay in it? But the beat straight out of flint
Okay, I might've of sinned, for my buddy Benjamin
And I can bring mines if you bring all of your friends (Bring them thru)

And we'll get the party crackin (Get it cracking)
Goofys get they shirt stained, stay with a napkin (Pa Pa)
Yeah that ain't a lesion, that's advise (Oh it's advice)
It's gets tricky in my city, gamble a life like some dice, Alright!

Thick bitch, pretty eyes (Pretty eyes)
She can tell me what she wants, still see thru all her lies
Calm her down, She out her mind out her sight
The only thing on my mind is the bill that's designed with stripes

And it's blue (Blue)
Stack the bucks thru the roof (Thru the roof)
The way I keep stacking, just might make it to moon (Ah shii, to the moon!)
Better get up out my way and make room (Room)
Treat boy like he dust get him swept with the broom (Ah, ah, ah)

I don't play honey and if I do it's with money (With money)
Yeah I might be skinny but my pockets big chubby (Oh they big chubby)
A bit hefty, whos the heaviest? We can test it
Don't you see the cleats up on my feet? I'm big steppin!

My wood be like a bicep when you flex it (When you flex it)
She blowing up my phone come on bruh, your bae texting (Come on now)
Mannn honestly come get her, cuz she bugging
All she got is pussy to offer, that means nothing (That means nothing)

In Muffle up the flame like it's nun cuz it ain't
Anything in my way getting slit with my blade
Slip with this weight, ain't no way
Put a rapper in my lane, get his cork popped today! (Pa pa pa pa)

Huh Damn,
2 sticks I'm bam bam (What?)
Akimbo the FN (What?)
And also if it fits in, (Shii)
The 30 extension (Damn)
The beam won't miss him (What?)
With hallows (Shiii)
And bet the tips to blow his chest In (Alright)

So play it cool you at a gangsta's party
Don't be getting on that bitch that bitch for everybody (Ayyyooo)
Blowing biscotti, gelati mixed in with some scottie (With some Scottie)
I ain't pay for Uber but it Lyft me out my body (Bitch I'm gone)

Let the beat bang through
Peezy crip walking, I'm rolling big bamboos
Don't ask me what's up in it cuz it's all transfused (It's all fucked up)
Mixed berries probably got some o.p.p.s in it too

Shhiii,
Don't ask me Nathan bout nothing (Bout nothing)
Had to pull his cards I couldn't let him keep on bluffing (No he cannot)
Hoe bust a trick some simple instructions
With a press a few buttons, she was all he trusted
Shiiii

It's a cold ass game (For reals)
And you can't run from it either you got to mold with pain (With the pain)
Trying to run from this shit, you gone run right into it
In a lynch you find yourself, you fight yourself out of it
Onna gang, Tch shiii