all 4 it

party gurl

prod by shah


(Official Lyrics)

(Yahh)
2 pints in my fanta  (wooo) (in my Fanta)
Last night I was in atlanta (Yahh) (was in Atlanta)
Made a bih cry in Atlanta (she cried in atlanta) 
Fucked her friend twice yeah Miranda (Yahh) (twice yeah Miranda)

When u go up in life i swear dem ppl gone all have they hands up (yeah)
Dat bih gave me top dat head aint takin bout no dandruff (Waitt)(yuh)

She givin brain (yah)
Dat nigga don’t gotta chain (yah)
Montana’s comments jus flames(yah)
Yes I sit front of the plane (yah) (let’s go)
They tryna live my campaign (yah)
No I still don’t ride on trains (yah) 
Me n dem boys ain’t da same (yah)
Cause dem boys sweet candy cane (yah)

They wanted beef so I gave em ham
He right inside of my leaf in the gram
Ion believe in nun you sayin
You didn’t either yo ass issa scam
Everyday im on the block in my lam
We keep dem switches dem bombs like iran 
I didn’t know she followed on the gram
Dat girl Aaliyah hit me on her spam
 
Vvs diamonds they shinin from France
I own my money I don’t gotta scam
These niggas say I’m gay behind da door
 I turn they bitch on jus like she a lamp
These niggas talkin shi like it’s a sport
They on the internet talkin like dorks
My money tall n all they money short
I’m really ballin but not on a court

(Yahh)
2 pints in my fanta  (wooo) (in my Fanta)
Last night I was in atlanta (Yahh) (was in Atlanta)
Made a bih cry in Atlanta (she cried in atlanta) 
Fucked her friend twice yeah Miranda (Yahh) (twice yeah Miranda)

When u go up in life i swear dem ppl gone all have they hands up (yeah)
Dat bih gave me top dat head aint takin bout no dandruff (Waitt)(yuh)

She givin brain (yah)
Dat nigga don’t gotta chain (yah)
Montana’s comments jus flames(yah)
Yes I sit front of the plane (yah) (let’s go)
They tryna live my campaign (yah)
No I still don’t ride on trains (yah) 
Me n dem boys ain’t da same (yah)
Cause dem boys sweet candy cane (yah)

…

(Yahh)
2 pints in my fanta  (wooo) (in my Fanta)
Last night I was in atlanta (Yahh) (was in Atlanta)
Made a bih cry in Atlanta (she cried in atlanta) 
Fucked her friend twice yeah Miranda (Yahh) (twice yeah Miranda)

When u go up in life i swear dem ppl gone all have they hands up (yeah)
Dat bih gave me top dat head aint takin bout no dandruff (Waitt)(yuh)

She givin brain (yah)
Dat nigga don’t gotta chain (yah)
Montana’s comments jus flames(yah)
Yes I sit front of the plane (yah) (let’s go)
They tryna live my campaign (yah)
No I still don’t ride on trains (yah) 
Me n dem boys ain’t da same (yah)
Cause dem boys sweet candy cane (yah)

crying in atl

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[Lyrics]
I ran up a hundred, so why would I stop there?
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin'
Yeah, and my new bitch spoiled as hell, get what she want
Tryin' not to pop it, I'm so addicted to stuntin'
Hell yeah, I do what I want

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Just cut me a check or the envelope and I might just pop out to your show
Mike Tyson the— okay, yeah, I bite
I fucked up her back, then sent her right back
Ayy, yeah, she know how to ride, ride like a bike
We don't do the rah-rah, it's on sight
No rules we abide by, get Fox 5'ed
And every time that we droppin', it go viral
If she your bitch but fuckin' with me I don't think she the right ho
I don't answer her calls or her texts, send that bitch in a spiral

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

New Cash

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