paroles de chanson Welcome To The Party (feat. Nicki Minaj) - Remix - Nicki Minaj , Pop Smoke

EWOK
MBZ (this is a Melo beat)
Queens

Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party

I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit

It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach
We never lack, lack with that strap (ooh)
I'ma drive through but if you back, back
It's gon' clap clap and that's that
I never tap tap if I don't like a h-
You act act like you like her though
Never backtrack if I ain't f- with you
Can't sit with us but you might can go

All my pretty b-, high-saditty b-
Got a milli' b- on go
All these silly b-, I'ma kill these b-
Yo Pop, who the f- want smoke? (Brr)

Keep-keep it real, you really mad
'Cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh)
I-I ain't f- him 'cause I ain't want him
Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though

Fendi moon boots, size six
Got me walking 'round like I'm Michael though (yeah)
Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo

Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
Colorful weave and your makeup is beat
And that's how you act just like a Barbie (Barbie)
Baby, welcome to the party (party), uh
He wanna party with Barbie (Barbie) (ooh)

It's Big 092MLBOA (uh), I make a call and it's war
I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh
Got a bad b- from overseas
Got a ten pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh
Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a n- out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh
Double G for the tee
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese

Neno cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh
Bluffin', boy, stop all that bluffin'
.380 hold a ruler, I know some n- that'll shoot you for nothing
Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin'

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari ('Rari)
Baby, welcome to the party

I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit ('cause you could get hit)