
the party - misc. lyrics
i be f*ckin’ man, y’all don’t get it, do ya?
type of money, everybody acting like they blew ya
go uptown, new york city d*ck
them diddy boys suck me like i’m aventura
tell big luke i’m out in miami, too
clubbing hard, f*cking femboys, there ain’t much to do
wrist bling, got a new bed with a d*ck stain
still giving brain to a thang, ain’t sh*t changed
how you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
25, sitting on 25 d*cks’, uh
i’m in the building and i’m sucking myself
went to visit epstein, i’ma do it for the bay
okay, getting paid, we’ll be straight whenever that stop
my team good, we love to f*ck our mascot
tell tune, “light one, pass it like a relay”
furry femboy, you n*ggas more didd*ay
mе, diddy, and r*kelly at the crib*o
shout goes out to jеffrey, drake and d*ckie, shouts to gimp*o
we got sperm in jars by the liter
even if he know i’m f*cking him, wanna feel it
aw, that’s how you feel, man? that’s really how you feel?
’cause the d*ck is ice cold, all these bears wanna chill
i mean maybe they won’t but then again maybe they will
i can almost guarantee he know the deal, real twink, what’s up?
now he want a blow slow, you already know, though
you only live once: that’s the motto, n*gga, yolo
and we f*ck all and every day, every day, every day
like we f*cking on the bench, n*gga, we don’t really play
every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
can’t suck ’em ’cause the p*b*s in the way, real n*gga, what’s up?
one time? let’s f*ck ten times
i’m calling n*ggas out like the umpire
seven strokes in the splurt
almost drowned in his sperm so i swam to his b*tt
it’s eastside, we in this ass
wish a n*gga would, like a tree in this ass
and if a femboy fall put some plugs in that ass
that’s my ga, add a y to that sh*t
i’m f*cked, tore down
i’m twisted: doorkn*b
talk stupid? go gimme head!
n*gga, money talks, and mr. head, yeah
i’m so young money
got a drum on the gun, f*ckin’ all the cummy
funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
ain’t sh*t sweet? femboys on the street like hookers
i tongue suck his junior
skeet skeet skeet: nutty gun
oh my god, diddy, look at his b*tt! tunechi
now he want a blow slow, you already know, though
you only live once: that’s the motto, n*gga, yolo
and we f*ck all and every day, every day, every day
like we f*cking on the bench, n*gga, we don’t really play
every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
can’t suck ’em ’cause the p*b*s in the way, free diddy, what’s up?
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