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Grove St. Party (Skinny Friedman remix)

Grove Grove Street, flocka!I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'It's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk,

Rollin' a lot I'm trying to get fucked upIt's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyI step in the club, rollin' on that loud shit

My weed keep your security saying be quiet

My bread startin' a riot, your girl getting excited

Hold on wanna try it, I'm like why not try it

My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it

Club going stupid, when I oh lets do it

Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving

Grove street villain nigga who you killin'?

Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million

Jackson's to the ceiling that's how we ballin'

You know that I'm rollin'

Throwing up the mean bread

Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heaterI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockinIt's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk,

Rollin' a lot I'm trying to get fucked upIt's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyA party ain't a party til I walk in it

Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen

Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted

Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin'

I'm rollin' like a mothafucka I'm a roll out in this motherfucker

I'ma roscoe dash it I'ma bout to show out in this mothafucka

My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka

Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka

Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin' for run up on me and my squad

No that shouldn't be an option so

Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go

This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit doorI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'It's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk,

Rollin' a lot I'm trying to get fucked upIt's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyRollin on them leaves, you can do the lean

Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back

The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin' that

Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back

Hood plus I'm nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this

20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist,

100 on my neck iced out for my respect

20 fucking 10 I'ma blow the whole check

In the club flex, after party flex,

You know how we ball, all I know is ball

Every dollar in my pocket I'ma spend it all,

When a nigga die they gon' say shawty rawI gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me

Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'It's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a partyMy partner on a pill, my other partner drunk,

Rollin' a lot I'm trying to get fucked upIt's a party it's a party it's a party

It's a party it's a party it's a party

Songwriters

LEWIS, LEXUS ARNEL/MALPHURS, JUAQUIN/CHATMAN, BANKIVIONPublished by

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