Ay, Meek Milly, is my niggas there?
(Yeah)
Is there some bitches there?
(Yeah)
Is that Ciroc there?
(Yeah)
Well, let's go
I tell her meet me in the bathroom
Hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my V.I.P., fuck a bad bitch, get some head-room
If I score and her girlfriend, I'm callin' that and one
If I murder that from the back, I'm callin' it red rum
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes to my left, I see bad hoes to my right
And they like, "Shots, shots, shots, shots"
Loso bringin' by Ciroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, la-di-da
Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA
MMG, we in this bitch, we ballin' hard, no, we don't play
We stackin' chips like Frito Lay, flexin' on these motherfuckers
I walk in the buildin' and I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Shawty bad, yeah, she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Ain't nobody leavin' 'cause we too far
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR
Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryin' to get into?"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party
I say one big room full of real niggas
Bunch of bad bitches and some chill niggas
Crib out in Bel-Air, no Uncle Phil, niggas
So I take 'em in the basement and yeah, I feel Tyga
I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah, I feel Jigga
You little niggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm around y'all, somethin's a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy
What's your name? Where you from?
Almost done with interview
I'm into havin' intercourse
Is that somethin' that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so
Baby bro, fix me up
Real house party shit
Now, hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a fuckin' favor
Put your middle finger up and say, "Fuck the neighbors"
And fuck the haters, they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me? My level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet
Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Hold up, this gon' be one vicious flow
Show me what it's hittin' for
Promise if I kill her pussy
I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe
Burberry my winter coat
German Town, my older bitch
She call me her youngin' John
Kick gamin' on Kelly Bun, I'm fuckin' with plenty bud
Got a new Lorraine, she got her a city Joe
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up
Maybach, bitch, we the winnin' team
How can I illustrate, you drawin' if you ain't with me
Ballin' like I'm in that league, flossin' out, you bitch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit, OD
Mansion party, yeah, they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
Every Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
Double MG, money speakin', bet you tired of talkin'
Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryin' to get into?"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party, party
You only gettin' one shot, I hope your picture takes
Bitch, I'm spittin' on this remix like I'm Kid and play
You know I'm gettin' laid like I'm Vincent Chase
I'm thinkin' you should hit me, just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard, playa, I enjoy to bank
Plus my people smokin' on that pack, noise complaint
I murder beats and get away, it's First 48
But this the house of love, homie, word to Courtney's place
20 racks a night, that's on merchandise
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight
Walkin' 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy gone wild, every time I do a show
It's like the Pope in town
And I call my girl Titanic 'cause she go down
Hope she don't drown, bitch
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 livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryin' to get into?"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party, party
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