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Bring your friends up at the pad and we go Bumpin' at the party all night (at this party all night, ayy) Grab a friend and break it down into the beat or to the stereo, high (To the stereo, to the stereo) Bring your friends up at the pad and we go Bumpin' at the party all night (at this party all night, ayy) Grab a friend and break it down into the beat or to the stereo, high (To the stereo, to the stereo) To the stereo Stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo Stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo Ayy, I'ma wake up, I'm about to say somethin' Three virgins on the track, except for God, he stay sus OnlyFans, get advanced, deductin' my paystub Got these bands in my hands, bitch, I'm 'bouta pay Yun, ayy I'm in a band, shit, not a band kid, you a fan bitch Callin' Tyler, man, we puttin' down advances My honey ramped in, Prophet planned it, I'm the man, bitch Internet rap game, I fuckin' ran it, ayy I got a whole lotta bitch, no "es" though You fuckin' with that mix of our shit and techno No dance so let's go, my bands in escrow A band I spent on her OnlyFans though Didn't even need the subscription Because she be listenin' to the MC Virgins Yun Head, and Willy, bitch go silly This shit is gonna put us up two milli That's double the Wayne, double the pay Touring cities, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, uh) You been down bad and you been gettin' worse Yun on the beat so I ain't finna curse But you know me, man, I can't keep my word Kick a bitch to the curb, steady curvin' a bird Woah, woah Oh, there we go Woah, woah (stereo) Oh, there we go Bring your friends up at the pad and we go Bumpin' at the party all night (at this party all night, ayy) Grab a friend and break it down into the beat or to the stereo, high (To the stereo, to the stereo) Bring your friends up at the pad and we go Bumpin' at the party all night (at this party all night, ayy) Grab a friend and break it down into the beat or to the stereo, high (To the stereo, to the stereo) It's the G-I-B-B-Y, man, I wouldn't try Fuckin' on a bitch out in Dubai, shit is live I keep it one hundred, just like the emoji All these bitches try to approach me Bitch, do not get too close to me I-I-I-I used to work at Baskin-Robbins Five shifts every week, I forgot to clock in Never made no money, now my album droppin' When we drop new shit bitch, you better be coppin' (ayy, ayy) Me and Gibby off the bubbly Said if the bitch bad, she can come and fuck with me I knew one, two hoes, but it's up to three The whole game take notes, Light Yagami, don't bother me Met her at a Jollibee When I took her home, she started singin' harmonies And Kapow walk around like a pharmacy Said Kapow walk around like a pharmacy, woo
Writer(s): Joshua Trent Williams, Jake Kollegian, Lucio Joseph Dominice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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