Wave1.5 - House Party 2 (feat. Sweezee Don)

Sweezee I got the strap under the Donald duck Gucci sweater
So if a nigga talkin crazy we can do whatever
I got a drank and a cookie fetish and a bitch
Say a nigga wit some money get her pussy wetter

For real for five seconds nigga lets be serious
You mean to tell me all you niggas got real buffs I aint hearing it
Diamond tester ya jewelry bitch nigga you should be furious
RGS TID if you curious baby

You can come and get a bag if you serious
You can pull up on me or Im gon deliver it
Nigga if you aint talkin money I aint hearing it
Plus all this ice in my earrings shivering period

Swearing them Perc10s got her reevaluating friends
I bet a Ben if you call dat bitch she pressing end
That's just the way the game go that's how these hoes is
Don't let you find out that bitch got me around yall kids

I got 400 oranges bouta to bounce off this
When them bows touchdown we blow a ounce off rip
We got 30s and we keep 100rounds on sticks
Do if the beef jumped off we tearing down some shit

I know its crazy but that's how a nigga livin Nas and AZ
Lil baby I couldn't tell a fuckin lie to you to save me
Off-White vapormax and a muthafuckin Bape tee
Me and Sweezee money aint a thang Jay and JD

Me and Wave ballin we the new Steph and KD
Nigga I just got an ice plug outta AZ
Nigga bought a 8 but a nigga only drank 3
Its mafia shit nigga Martin Scorsese

I guess that's how the world turn and them Russian Creams burn
Aye these niggas aint know
Sometime niggas gotta learn

If it aint about a dollar then a nigga not concerned
If they say they want smoke then a nigga gotta burn

Its still 100per gram cracker for that Tommy Hearns
Hell naw I cant front you shit bitch I aint Big Worm
Yall hating and talkin down but what that shit earn
Niggas Roleys cant get wet like this bitch perm

Im counting all this dirty money I might get germs
Lil niggas aint even bosses they some interns
Niggas know im spinning Rs when the rims turn
After baby eat the dick its her friend turn

Made a flixxx wit a nigga daughter Laurence Fishburne
Baby stuff to the gils wit that shit Sir
Niggas out here making deals cause that shit dirt
I aint gotta hound a nigga call cause my phone twerk

I aint never had a job I just get work
Anybody cross the line they gon get hurt
Nigga when its time to slide we gon hit first
Then pop a bottle til a nigga casket hit dirt

Bitch pop bars fuck a edible she sip syrup
I been throwing phones away since then shits chirped

Who got the pints cause a nigga tryna get served
Nigga riding round wit 40thou in my bitch purse
Sweezee

Written by:
Melvin Johnson, Shamel Milling

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