50 Cent Feat. Young Buck - Party Aint Over | Текст песни

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• 50 Cent Feat. Young Buck
• Party Aint Over

I made the Airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggas know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Chevy chevies switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggas hardly ever sober
Tell me how you do this shit, you notice how I do it kid

Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you brother just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have her brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug

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