Its a Party Lyrics – OsamaSon

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[Verse]
I'm fresh as hell like it’s my last day
I just woke up and count the cash, bae
Fast-ass car, now everybody wanna race
I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fu*king face
I'm way too hard, please don't put me in no trash debates, uh
I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, uh
It's not Ramadan and I'm eating, I can't pass the plate, yeah
I shoot a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, n!gga?
Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take
No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake
Porsche 911, whip that b!tch like it's stolen
All these other n!ggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen
Hold on, you better not curve there, your n!gga start blowing
And this b!tch get on my nerves, told her, "Shut up and start blowin"
She went in my party and said, "What are your jeans, they Rick Owen?"
I count bands and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowing
Walk up with two pistols yeah, I'm clutching, Max Payne
I fu*k with my shooter 'cause he put in mad pain, hold on
Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up
You can't sell out shows, they ain't screaming your name, hold up
We sell out shows, we fu*k hoes, hold up
We count up rolls and we tag toes
I just made the lil' b!tch b—, undi-undisclosed, yeah
And I'm with this lil' b!tch, she playing with her nose, yeah
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah
Off the X, don't stop me, don't start it (Oh, yeah)
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Tell the hoes, "Call me Lil O, b!tch, don't call me Amari"
You eating nachos, we eating calamari
They some thot hoes, they some thot hoes so they late to the party
But fu*k it, that's okay, we got a cane to get gnarly
But fu*k it, that's okay, we got all the cake to get gnarly
Ran out of racks so you rat capping in it
Pulled out the strap, I ain't calling back, I just end it
I ain't think about the plane when I up the ante
Your giver my gang, who you think I'm taking? Huh

What a shame, n!ggas lame, man, they always faking, uh
Spent ovne-fifty for my neck and told your b!tch to taste it
Told twin, "Go roll a QP up and then we run the face", yeah
Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that s*it so basic