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Late to the party, come onIn the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better(can't get no better)That's it right there (yeah) , that's it right thereThat's it right there, that's it right thereHol' up, lil' bitch, what you need? What you need?I need a nigga with loose-lick hipsI need a model with some big, fake lipsI just did X in the bathroom stallOn a B-list star, gettin' my A-list roundI'm JK like I'm next to LMI'm so drunk that my shit went limp, ayy, ayy, uhPour me some HennyTo tell you the truth, nigga, I'm Papoose, I'ma need my RemyNeed that brand Neutron like JimmyUh, a nigga finna turn up like TimmyThen hit my ex like: Baby, did you miss me?I'm tryna fuck you and fuck up my kidneysFuck up this drank, yeah, babe, that's polygamyLate to the party, come onLate to the party, come onMy AP bust like the cops when the camera ain't onLast year, a nigga went missin'This year, I'm washin' these niggaslike I was just doin' the dishesMy bitches is niggas, these niggas is bitchesI'm drunk as fuck, what is the difference? LookLate to the party, come onIn the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better(can't get no better)That's it right there (right there) , that's it right thereThat's it right there, that's it right thereHeavyweight champwhen it come to the drink, I'm winnin' (lil' bitch I'm)Casamigos up in it (yeah)Hennessy drink, I'm spinning, oohThat's it right there (right there)that's it right there (right there)That's it right there, that's it right thereBitch, tie my shoelace, off that Hen' and that D'usséI need my hoes by the douseLet's make a movie, you and your roommateI get it and get itCame in, they thought I was KimmichEveryone thought I'd be finishedHow could he get any biggerthan the biggest record ever, ho?I did it, and did it, and did it againLook at the charts, who bigger than him?I take the juice and I mix it with ginI take your bitch and I mix it with him, damn, yeahTop of the morning, top of the chartsGettin' top on the top of the carI've been on top, they all said I wouldn't popI can still write 'cause I pop, I used to sleep on the cotNow I'm on the beach in Belizegot the hoes doin' X on the yachtLook what God didNiggas better recognize who I isWhole world on my pee pee, yep, yepLike cam make 'em, skeet-skeetWet, wet, Maybach go: Beep-beep (skrrt)Big Nas, come get that workMontero, these hoes gon' flirtLost and found, I can't find my shirtMontero just popped that PercThis feel like God is firstThis scripture a Bible verseBuss it open and make it, uhBuss it open and make it twerkLate to the party, come onIn the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)Three bitches on me, manthe night can't get no better (can't get no better)That's it right there (right there)that's it right there (right there)Yeah, that's it right there, that's it right thereHeavyweight champ, when it come to the drinkI'm winnin' (lil' bitch I'm)Casamigos up in it (yeah)Hennessy drink, I'm spinning, oohThat's it right there (right there)that's it right there (right there)That's it right there, that's it right there
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