ScHoolBoy Q

ScHoolBoy Q - Party lyrics

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[Verse 1]

(Yeah)

Hot LA nigga but I'm extra cold

No chain on and I'm extra froze

Nigga, icy bucket hat be all low

I smoke dope, everybody and my PO know

UFO, nigga, so damn fly

Backwood, that good, nigga, so damn high

I'm the truth, in the booth, why would I lie

Style out of this world, S-C-I Fi

Killin these niggas, no CSI

Audi S5 throw that bitch in drive

Got a nine in the ride, 12 kids inside

Nigga knock knock, you should be advised

?, Versace on her

Hard running cause this rolly is a Daytona

Got a new bitch, come from Barcelona

Everybody love Q, better ask ya momma

(Yeah, oh, yeah, oh)

[Hook]

Shit, I never know, when they might take my life

So I party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right

Dominicano, mini on Cuban, got hoes all type

Party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right

(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)

Got hoes all tight

(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)

Party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right

Lebanese, and Chinese, Lebanese got hoes all type

Party all year, party all month, party all week, all night, all right

[Bridge]

I'm a fuckin G, let me see, he don't do it like me

He ain't groovy like me, bet he broke

He ain't ballin like me, 80 racks

Spend it all like me, double bag like me

He ain't real, where they act like me

Show your hands, where you're really like me

Where the milli? like me, ?show em on?

He ain't ?wack? like me

You can never find a nigga like me

(Ahhhh)

[Verse 2]

Nigga thinkin back when I was on Figg Row

Always had to reload, slidin in the Regal

No L's, in the rear, ridin round, illegal

Headed to the studio where you were stealin me flow

Now a nigga lookin' like a walkin' kilo

Probably in a Benzo, daughter in a pea coat

With your girl, on my sack, she deserve a Ho Ho

Headed to the studio, you're still stealin me flow

Ride with Cavale in BR clothes

With a couple Loc's, real GI-Joes

Don't hug or kiss bitches but got X and O's

?Philly? shades on, now they like "there he go"

Easy going, she a freak bro

Livin my life, nigga, ain't simple

Trynna buy a pound, nigga what it hit for?

Smoke solo, all to the temple

Groovy Q, might get in acting too

Smokin' Kill Bill prolly fuckin' Lucy Liu

?Off that? there ain't no tellin' what he might do

Niggas can't fade me, I ain't Boosie boo

Black hippy, HiiiPower, the amazing group

Everybody be a star, like a fuckin Jew

Cuban bitch, that's fine, never 69'd

Switch her to 64, she gettin' low low

(Ohh, yeah)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

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Thanks to jj.

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