Meek Mil feat Young Chris - House Party | Текст песни

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• Meek Mil feat Young Chris
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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Verse One: Meek Mill]
I tell her meet me in the bathroom, I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door and she screamin out I'm comin
And my youngin in the other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell him boy don't grab my hair because you fuckin out my weave
I got a hundred bottles, Ciroc Boy ('Roc Boy)
All my jewelry 'cause it's fun I'm a Hot Boy (Hot Boy)
All these stones in my chain made me a Roc Boy (Roc Boy)
And I heard you niggas talkin money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group, I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas chop-chop-chop-chop-chop 'em down
E'rytime I'm in the club, these niggas is not around
E'rybody talkin money I say prove it not a sound
SHHHHH! 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 goin down

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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 you the door! What you tryin to get into
I'm with me and my niggas tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watchin all up 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!!!

[Verse Two: Young Chris]
Meet us at The Bunny Ranch (WOO!) You know where the honeys kept
Meek Milli, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
It's gotta be natural pornstars, doin shit that money can't
Daddy daycare home, why you think your honey aint?!
(HUH!) Who you think she stay with?! This that Kid N Play shit
Your main chick our night job, you can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face
Heave on this all up in this motherfucker hey bitch!
Hey bitch! Hey ho! yeah we on that lay low
And they all Simon says, shit do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you could get your spouse back
Well we done partyin where that 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 yellin SWITCH!!!!!!!
Cold bottles, cold Magnums, gold bottles
Here they spittin on each other's pussy and them hoes swallow!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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 you the door! What you tryin to get into
I'm with me and my niggas tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watchin all up 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!!!

[Verse Three: Meek Mill]
ATL! (ATL!) Louisville! (Louisville!)
Time to tell 'em how my nigga Louis will feel (WHATTUP LOU!)
Thursday (Thursday) Callin me Melville
We got a car out in the bay and it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watchin movies though
Lights, camera, action, we 'gon make a movie hoe!
She lookin all at my wrist she love the way this music blow
Packed house it's hot as shit she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's easter
Homey I don't even want you

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