Posta Boy - It's My Party feat. Cardan, Murphy Lee, Nelly lyrics

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[Intro: Nelly]

Whoo! (so filthy)

So filthy... so filthy

[Chorus: Nelly]

I said it's my party

I can get high if I want to

I can blaze or light if I want to

Or just smile if I want to (I said)

Now at my party, I can rule the world if I want to

I can drink 'till I hurl if I want to

Or take your girl if I want to

[Verse: Murphy Lee]

Now Murphy Lee gunna smoke when he wanna wanna

Bill the Corona-ona

Half a onion other California marijuana

I'm feelin' clean like my rims

I know I keep nines on my side but I still like tens

It's my party so I do what I gotta

St. Louis heard my motta'

Meanwhile bring your own bottle

Cause we gon' party till the lights come on

And if the song stop, fuck it cause my mic still on

Man, don't see her face but I see her thong

Man, she bendin' over like she giving me dong (damn)

What can I say I'm just a playa in my own way

Hate to see her leave but love to see her walk away

I'm with Posta, we like toastas

We make bread burn ya if you get any closa'

So once again this is my party

And if it turns into a jungle gym this is what you say

[Chorus]

[Verse: Cardan]

Check it, I step in the club

They like "ooh his Nike's"

He scream, she scream "he so icey"

Might see my girl but you don't know wifey

Girls say I'm cute so the dudes don't like me

Hey, I came here to party and live it up (live it up)

Pop ten bottles go home and spit it out

That's how we do it, cause money ain't a thing ma

You see the bling? there's plenty where that came from

Mami I'm just here to rock your body (body)

Ain't no drama inside my party

I came here in big ol' tires

Big Dog so I like to sit up higher

Mami sittin' back till they at martini

Posta pullin' up in the AP Lamb'ghini

It's my party I get high if I want to

Smoke blind take your baby bye bye if I want to, oh!

[Chorus]

[Verse: The Posta Boy]

Check it, check it, check it

I say it's my party so I do what I want to

End of the night I'm a screw who I want to

Truck out in the garage, get the coupe if I want to

I paint my shit blue if want to, yeah

Niggas think this The House Of Blues

Welll, this a Fo' Reel party come out to juice

Four hot sixteens, come out there too

And the Feds gotta lift you out the pool

I'm the rookie of the year who signed them top deals

Me and C-Love come through on hot wheels; mami back away

Cause if I empty my pockets it'll look like St.Patricks Day

I'm the kid by the far blue 'vancin on

Those two those four, women glancin' on

Blew the wop in the party till the brancin' gone

Yo dirty let 'em hear what they dancin' on, I say

[Chorus x2]