Shawnna feat. Meek Mill & Young Chris - House Party | Текст песни

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• Shawnna feat. Meek Mill & Young Chris
• House Party

[Verse 1: Shawnna]
I told him meet me in the backstreet and don't forget to bring the money
Gotta look out on the block and they screamin' out there totally
I'm rockin' in the kitchen, cookin' up the coka
I said bodo moodoo shoke cuz you fuckin' up my yola
Got a hundred bucks, not all
My every day is like a movie, get your pop off
A pussy gang call, I need a hard ball
You think you fuck with me, fuck for, you'd better stop boy
I get money by the bag, I get paper by the pound
Every time we in the stop, pop pop yea it's goin' down
I got all my bitches with me, lookin' like a pageant
Red bottom, they're wet
All you see is asses, blazing up our glasses
Toss ‘em to the real bitches, we don't hit the real bitches
Know it cuz them real bitches did
Now catch me at the crib probly blowin' off some stinky
Cuz I do it from the birthway down to the ickys and my black

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water running
Her friend knocking at the door
And she screaming out "I'M CUMMIN!"
And my younging in my other room, fucking up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you’re fucking 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 all 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
White girls gone wild
We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got em on dial
Its bottoms up but is going down

[Hook]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

[Interlude]
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 watchin' all in my living room

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Chris]
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, doing 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
Ima hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea 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 partying, where the Marely at that loud pack
Haters can’t tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party popping on that Martin shit we’re yelling switch
Cold bottles, gold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
ATL Lou Will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga Louis will feel
Thursday call it Meek Millville
You got a car ride in a Benz man its the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon' make a movie ho
She looking all at my wrist, she love how this Muller glow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like its 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

[Hook]