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Pitch in On a Party
Lyricist:David Marvin Blake
Momma I know you said you wanted A record that you could listen to With no cussing and shit I tried but I still gotta do this
Jinga, jinga we've got the lingo With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first singer It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyways Rich, bald, bitch called and fly, anyways
You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas Getting down you and I niggas, don't try niggas
I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch 'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich You could keep her I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the reafer And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches But if you paid nigga, pat your pockets
And for sure, you've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
Alright, somebody play the potato, let's take a ballad On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid 'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking niggas out, hand cuffing and stuffing They banging Jacky chicken in they mouth And time to shine pitching a fit 'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt And won't pass the shit
Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping? And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping? I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted Five-hundred dollars worth of white star about to hide it
'Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up You party haters need to stop it I think we really about to pat your pockets Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And for sure, you've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me today So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches Wanna come in here and play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor By the big screen TV, where your pants go?
Some of you niggas I swear I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care Cigarette burns in my plush, empty beer bottles in the brush And my bitch acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong? Somebody kick the extension cord out
Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas To the sounds, now some
Y'all done, fucked up, get out, get on Speed up nigga, get up, take your weed on Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it Your pockets, that's where I'm here for, K go
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure
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