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Party All Night! Video (MV)




Performed By: $taticWok
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Cristian Garcia




$taticWok - Party All Night! Lyrics




You a bozo
You a hoe
Pour a four in my cup
Now I'm gone

But her ass bounce hard on my dick tho
Gotta turn up and
Party all night hoe
Turn around shake that ass on da dance floor
And her mans he mad
Calling my cell phone
He gon run up on me
I Got the smoke tho
Gotcho bitch And she dancin on da pole doe

Never trip bouta bitch
I can pull any bitch
I can pull all these triggers
If a nigga talk shit
Let it rip
I get lit
Ion care bout no shit
If i come to an end
All my brothas stay up

So much guap
What it do
All dis money
All these dreams coming true
Fo my momma that I do it
You kno how I'm comin thru

And I'm slidin in da block
From da thirteen
All my brothas eatin good you know what I mean

One two what's yo kd
Smokin on a zip
F*ck yo dead homie bitch
And you false claiming shit

Ima yung ass jit
If you f*cken w the Clique
You get smacked like bitch and I'm pullin up w sticks

And I jug up yo shit

Ima killa I got hard
Check me out

I be snapping on dis shit
Hear me out
Talkin what is real
What I'm bout

You a bozo
You a hoe
Pour a four in my cup
Now I'm gone

But her ass bounce hard on my dick tho
Gotta turn up and
Party all night hoe
Turn around shake that ass on da dance floor
And her mans he mad
Calling my cell phone
He gon run up on me
I Got the smoke tho
Gotcho bitch And she dancin on da pole doe
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You a bozo
You a hoe
Pour a four in my cup
Now I'm gone

But her ass bounce hard on my dick tho
Gotta turn up and
Party all night hoe
Turn around shake that ass on da dance floor
And her mans he mad
Calling my cell phone
He gon run up on me
I Got the smoke tho
Gotcho bitch And she dancin on da pole doe

Never trip bouta bitch
I can pull any bitch
I can pull all these triggers
If a nigga talk shit
Let it rip
I get lit
Ion care bout no shit
If i come to an end
All my brothas stay up

So much guap
What it do
All dis money
All these dreams coming true
Fo my momma that I do it
You kno how I'm comin thru

And I'm slidin in da block
From da thirteen
All my brothas eatin good you know what I mean

One two what's yo kd
Smokin on a zip
F*ck yo dead homie bitch
And you false claiming shit

Ima yung ass jit
If you f*cken w the Clique
You get smacked like bitch and I'm pullin up w sticks

And I jug up yo shit

Ima killa I got hard
Check me out

I be snapping on dis shit
Hear me out
Talkin what is real
What I'm bout

You a bozo
You a hoe
Pour a four in my cup
Now I'm gone

But her ass bounce hard on my dick tho
Gotta turn up and
Party all night hoe
Turn around shake that ass on da dance floor
And her mans he mad
Calling my cell phone
He gon run up on me
I Got the smoke tho
Gotcho bitch And she dancin on da pole doe
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Writer: Cristian Garcia
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