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Where Did He Party Video (MV)




Performed By: Jeezdasavya
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Jamar Weeks, William Brown




Jeezdasavya - Where Did He Party Lyrics




This the life of A caterer
I deliver cadence and flavorers
Bring the briefcase, put the table up
This Exotic flour for the wake and Bake
Deal or no deal it's a make or break
All my cases closed so you think I'm Fake?
All my cases closed so you think I'm What!?
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
That's 100 meals, That's 100 wives
Stir the Mac with yams, Thats 100 Sides

I'm in this van solving mysteries
We got chemistry, We got history
We motion pictures, y'all gifs to me
I explode like dynamite get lit with Me
I threw your collab verse in the trash
I put it out of it's misery
Im going off on y'all energy
Y'all worried bout what y'all see Visibly
Try to give a bitch a place to stay and She f*cking still won't leave the Streets

So now I text I bank with with TD
Come here, Swallow me
Rich changes, Follow me
Weak minds causing fatalities
He had twitter fingers than they Xed Him out
For really tryna eye a G
I had to fire the apprentice
Cause I asked for a mask,
He brought Donald T
I returned it for Elvis Presley
Since the fiends keep hounding me
Know I'm in disguise cause the za
A product of elevation clouding me

The nerve of them, Audacity
Lets test and see if A.Is the answer
If so it could pass for me
Ya diss track was playing while I was Shopping know that I keep receipts
Crazy how a ex con can rip you off
With an A f*cking r.i.p
It's nasty how he was big Bs then he Transformed into mister cee
I brought some hip hop Novelties

I bought it with me I don't need to lie
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
That's 100 Ms, that's 100 Ys?

Niggas see me then shots flying
They want the smoke we give them Cancer
Money make a bitch smile but it don't Keep a bitch happy Shit it only pays The bills.
Pay a bitch to give her thrills
Woke up in the morning cold fresh off The chills nightmares of success
That shit is for real work hard to get a Deal boost ya stock nigga matter fact, Boost ya image niggas out here Pretending wilding
We bending blocks doing shit that These niggas not send a 100 shots
If a nigga Touch
Try to take my spot
Then he getting
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This the life of A caterer
I deliver cadence and flavorers
Bring the briefcase, put the table up
This Exotic flour for the wake and Bake
Deal or no deal it's a make or break
All my cases closed so you think I'm Fake?
All my cases closed so you think I'm What!?
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
That's 100 meals, That's 100 wives
Stir the Mac with yams, Thats 100 Sides

I'm in this van solving mysteries
We got chemistry, We got history
We motion pictures, y'all gifs to me
I explode like dynamite get lit with Me
I threw your collab verse in the trash
I put it out of it's misery
Im going off on y'all energy
Y'all worried bout what y'all see Visibly
Try to give a bitch a place to stay and She f*cking still won't leave the Streets

So now I text I bank with with TD
Come here, Swallow me
Rich changes, Follow me
Weak minds causing fatalities
He had twitter fingers than they Xed Him out
For really tryna eye a G
I had to fire the apprentice
Cause I asked for a mask,
He brought Donald T
I returned it for Elvis Presley
Since the fiends keep hounding me
Know I'm in disguise cause the za
A product of elevation clouding me

The nerve of them, Audacity
Lets test and see if A.Is the answer
If so it could pass for me
Ya diss track was playing while I was Shopping know that I keep receipts
Crazy how a ex con can rip you off
With an A f*cking r.i.p
It's nasty how he was big Bs then he Transformed into mister cee
I brought some hip hop Novelties

I bought it with me I don't need to lie
I brought it with me I don't need to Lie
That's 100 Ms, that's 100 Ys?

Niggas see me then shots flying
They want the smoke we give them Cancer
Money make a bitch smile but it don't Keep a bitch happy Shit it only pays The bills.
Pay a bitch to give her thrills
Woke up in the morning cold fresh off The chills nightmares of success
That shit is for real work hard to get a Deal boost ya stock nigga matter fact, Boost ya image niggas out here Pretending wilding
We bending blocks doing shit that These niggas not send a 100 shots
If a nigga Touch
Try to take my spot
Then he getting
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Writer: Jamar Weeks, William Brown
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