Lil Wayne - Grove St. Party Lyrics Ft. Lil B
I got a whole lot of money, pop that pussy for me,
My homie got the.. he ain’t banging in a…
Hey, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stone on my waist, cook your ass up,…
Our black.. do your own foreplay,
I’m going at your face like all you’re off ole!
No champagne, would you know my flag Rose?
Swag on steroids,…Jose,
No living records, we’re so…
I’m higher than a bitch, feel like I climb the fucking mountain,
…my accountant is still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago, but he’s body still bouncing!
Lean on a hammer, beam on your forehead,
Gotta kill the witnesses cause…
.. monster, eager street creature,
Come to your funeral, kill everybody with the preacher.
I live in Miami, nigger, I’m South Beacher
..that’s how we’re bowling!
You know that I’m loaded, but please don’t think it’s sweater,
Beta one of your bitches nigger up like John…
..we get it popping, we’re saving all these…., yeah!
Hey, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big here doesn’t even call a…
I .. their money, stoner told me that!
…took me under, Patron brought me back,
I’m leaning on you mother fucker like…
And the clocks… like a…
Put the liquor in, I’m in the big league,
I’m breath the fresh air, let the bitch breath!
I tried to chill out, but I had to do it there,
I’m at the funeral like I had to do it real,
Mac, you’re my big brother, I split a weed for you,
Put that on repeat until they berry me!
Moment of parody, yeah that’s my diamond game,
I keep a fine bitch, cause I like the finer things!
Fuck with me slum, no brain on the whip,
I got nothing in mind!
… fuck it with mine,
I drop that sorry for the way to make up for the time!
Yeah, I do my thang bitch, what’s up?
These guys came here with the…
..I’m rich on the same shit!
55 whole on my…
Straight West Side… bitch I grave ‘em!
Pretty boys.. these guys from the…
All like a cradle and you nigger can’t stop me!
..seem cocky, bitch is still South Side to …
..these guys with that 55…
…. I put it to 11, bitch…
Man, I’m on that.. and I fuck with…
Don’t understand man, the game like a…
..bring the thing…
I’m a wolf pack, hit her man!
My life is a pain and I pay to a…
I think about it, I pay…
It’s the… music, bitch I just …
It’s… and I’m mother fucker….
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Line 2. My homie got the yappa(gun), he'll bang it in a coppa (cop)
Line 4. Stove on my waist, cook you ass up, gourmet
Line5. All black 4,4.
Line 6. I'm going at your face like OIL of OLAY
8: Canseco, Jose
9: Bout it bout it
15. Cause Birdman ???
16.Holygrove monster
19, Robin Leach, uh that's how we ballin'
21. Like John Cena
22. Them hoes on young money, tell 'em who be comin', but when we get it poppin we aint savin hoes we ????
25. How'd you get that money Stunna taught me that
26. Then Zan took me ....
27. & That glocs snapped back like an allstarter hat
31. *chilax
35. Moment of clarity ..
39. Carter 4, they aint fuckin with mine
Just did Waynes Part Dont like Lil B..
I got a whole lot of money, pop that pussy for me,
My homie got the yappa he'll bang it at a coppa…
Ay, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stone on my waist, cook your ass up gourmet,
all black 44 do you want foreplay,
I'm going at your face like OIL off OLAY!
No champagne, would you know my flag Rosay
Swag on steroids,Conseco Jose,
No living records, we’re so bout it bout it
I’m higher than a bitch, feel like I climb the fucking mountain,
illest nigga ya know, my accountant is still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago, but he’s body still bouncing!
Beam on a hammer, beam on your forehead,
Gotta kill the witnesses cause birdman call red..
hollygrove monster, eagle street creature,
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher.
I live in Miami, nigga, Ill South Beach'a
Robin Leach'a that’s how we’re balling!
You know that I’m loaded, but please don’t think it’s sweeta,
Bet one of your bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on young money, tell them hoes we commin,
boy we get it poppin, we aint saving hoes we swapping,
Ya, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big head desert eagle call it call it shotty
I just get that money Stunna tought me that!
That Zan took me under, Patron brought me back,
I’m leaning on these mother fuckers like i cought a flat,
And that gloc snapped back like an old starter hat,
Put the liquor in, I’m in the big league,
I’m breath the fresh air, let the bitch breath!
I tried to chillax, but I had to do it there,
I’m at the funeral like I had to do it Rev.
Mac, you’re my big brother, Ill split a wig for ya,
Put that on repeat until they berry me!
Moment of parody, yeah that’s my diamond game,
I keep a fine bitch, cause I like the finer things!
Fuck with me slum, no brain on the whip,
I got nothing in mind!
Cart 4 they aint fuckn with mine,
I drop that sorry for the way to make up for the time!
Whoever did those lyrics are the WORST
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