Troy Ave - My Type Of Party lyrics

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This my type of party, fiends all in the lobby

G’s coming like robbies, dealing dope ain’t no hobby

Straight crack no molly

White girl turn holly

Tear drops 10 foggy, I’m taking souls, minds and bodies

Real life we got bodies, hand guns for them homies

No choppas no hollies, what the fuck I need with all that

Niggas know I’m speaking all facts,

Niggas know my jeep is on map

Niggas know the creep up on that

Niggas know I leave them all flat, pssss

This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy

I sell them both and get cake

This my type of party, this my type of party

This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby

This my type of party

This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy

I sell them both and get cake

This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby

This my type of party

Got a hunned bands and some change

Never 60 grand worth of cane

That’s hoe sell if I’m waiting

No hope to tell you where I’m staying

Them setup games be for real

They mess up things for real

Gotta clap something and high up your crib

Or worst off you get killed

Live forever through these beats, I’m speaking to these streets

It’s never dead when it’s beef,

Keep your eyes on them don’t sleep

Don’t put no bitch on no leash

Let them all come to this piece

We all know she a freak, don’t be no pussy police

This girl got a nice taste, that boy will leave them all sloppy

I sell them both and get cake

This my type of party, this my type of party

This my type of party, 20 fiends in the lobby

This my type of party x 2

This my type of party man

Now it’s about 4:07 am

I’m tired than a motherfucker, my body hurt

Say how much you say it, tired than a mugger

You know what I mean?

I was working out jogging and shit

Gotta keep my stamina together

When I’m fucking these bitches

Long dick in your bitch nigga

I was fucking this bitch the other day, I got windy though

What the fuck?

Shit felt lil different, you know what I’m saying?

Never in the bitches, you gotta wear your stamina up

In case you gotta square with a nigga in the street

Punch him all in his fucking face

We into the smoking, but you mean really I smoke everything

You know what I mean

I’d be doing 30 years if I’d smoke everything

Other than that, man we just go keep getting this money

I don’t do too much talking

I tell niggas the money machine is on its way

I did say that, only 2 minutes man, I’ma count it, I got you

Real niggas always keep they words…

November nigga, got my hoodie on, headphones over the hoodie

While I talk to you niggas

I said this my type of party, Brooklyn nigga, dope boy for real

200% solid gold facts, racks, holler at a nigga, I set you over the pack

Fuck boys, true as nigga, powder.