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lirik lagu house party remix – meek mill


house party remix
(feat. fabolous, wale, mac miller)

[intro: fabolous]
ay meek milly, is my n-gg-s there? (yea)
is there some b-tches there? (yea)
is that ciroc there? (yea)
well let’s go

[verse 1: meek mill]
i tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
i call that my v.i.p., f-ck a bad b-tch get some head-room
if i score and her girlfriend, i’m calling that and-1
if i murder that from the back, i’m calling it redrum
all these bad hoes in my sight
i see bad hoes on my left, i see bad hoes on my right
and they like shots!, shots!, shots!, shots! loso bringing 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 b-tch, we balling hard, no we don’t play
we stacking chips like frito lay, flexing on these mother f-ckers
i walk in the building and i’m fresher than a motherf-cker
shawty bad, yeah she a star
i tell her bring it back like a dvr
ain’t n-body leaving, cause we too far
i tell her my d-ck can’t breathe and she gon’ give me cpr

ciroc all on my table, b-tches in the living room
they gon ask you at the door, “what you tryna get into”
only me and my n-gg-s, tell her bring a friend or two
bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
welcome to my house party party

[verse 2: fabolous]
i say one big room full of real n-gg-s
bunch of bad b-tches, and some chill n-gg-s
crib out in bel-air, no uncle phil n-gg-s
so i take em’ in the bas-m-nt and yea i feel tigga
i don’t hear n-gg-s corny raps, yeah i feel jigga
you little n-gg-s do whatever make you feel bigger
every time i’m around ya’ll, something’s a little fishy
i smell, i smell, i smell p-ssy!
what’s your name, where you from? almost done with interview
i’m into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
real house party sh-t now hold up your dixie cup
with your other hand, do me a f-cking favor
put your middle finger up and say “f-ck the neighbors! ”
and f-ck 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 -ss 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

[verse 3: wale]
hol’ up, this gon’ be one vicious flow, show me what it’s h-ttin’ for
promise if i kill her p-ssy, i’ll send you home in a ghost
and we on, joe, burberry my winter coat
germantown my older b-tch, she call me her youngin charm
kick game in [?], i’m f-cking with plenty but
got a new [?], she got her a [?]
mmg and we out, couple blunts deep as f-ck
haters love to talk you down when b-tches always pick you up
maybach! b-tch, we the winning team
how can i ill-strate, you drawing if you ain’t with me
balling like i’m in that league, flossing out, you b-tch gon’ leave
party at the l-i-v, y’all gon’ be like this sh-t o.d.!
mansion party, yea they on the couches
most of ’em got no conscience, i promise i keep a condom
e’ry friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest
double m g money speakin’, bet you tired of talkin’

[verse 4: mac miller]
you only getting one shot, i hope your picture takes
b-tch i’m spitting on this remix like i’m kid and play
you know i’m getting laid like i’m vincent chase
i’m thinking ‘ye should hit me just say that sh-t is cray
off the backboard playa, i enjoy to bank
plus my people smoking 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
walking ‘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 t-tanic, cause she go down
hope she don’t drown, b-tch