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Correct Party Bout To Pop Lyrics
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[Intro:] Ayyy Too Much, yt, and uhh... Faze Let's go [Chorus: x2] 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock 5, 6, 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, rock 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, the party bout to pop The party bout to pop, the party bout to, party bout to [Too Much:] Swagger, ultra mean, indeed it's he Too much, spotless from his feet to his tee Chick lookin from a far and don't believe it's me Crack a smile, watch em run like dmc Cause I'm fresh than a mug, gettin pressed by the s***s Cause I'm, too clean like I slept in the tub Got the spot jerkin as I stepped in the club As long as lean up in my chest than I'm good We gone jerk all night, honeys still boppin Yt and Faze, garanteed poppin And me, I'm straight from a dc comic My neck stone cold just like steve austin Or boston, thought you knew Straight sick of these lames, I burry more than drew What it do, the party bout to pop So lil mama can stop starin at the clock like [Chorus x2] [Yt:] The party bout to pop like a mothafuckin glock So I hit up all the bros at about 8 o'clock I'm like, let's function they say somethin that it's not So I sagged all the bros at about 9 o'clock On the way to the party and we bout to make a stop For some mango kush, and some jose cuervo Tryna get turnt, tryna have my eyes lay low It's nothin to yt I get bread like a bagel You a hole, I stack like legos In the party turnt up, don't give a damn who say I jerk, I bounce, I dip I lean, I step, I skip And your girl, I flipped Spit a little game and leave her hangin like a lip Ha, so don't even trip I get it poppin like a pimple in this bitch [Chorus x2] [Faze:] The party bout to pop, the party bout to pop Let's get the shit jumpin, like hopscotch Ayy, I'm a beast on the beat and yeah, I got props I'm a beast in the street and yeah, I got guap Smokin blizzies like I spit ashes Chick magnet, yeah I spit magic I'm a steez, from my toes to my elbows To my brain, it's a wrap like gift baskets, Damn, and you could hate, you could hate Cause a nigga laughin straight to the bank Ay, I got fits and I'm back in the spot Plus my money still rise cause I'm stackin a lot Oh you got some new kicks, this will happen a lot Cause I ain't talkin fast food when I'm jackin the box And any means or issues, I'm a ball And if you tryna chief, I'm the nigga you could call like [Chorus x2]
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