Correction Paroles Welcome To The Party (Russ Remix) par Pop Smoke

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This is a Melo beat

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the?lean
That's?why I'm movin'?retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome?to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
B*t*h, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)
Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)
One in the head (One in the head)
Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit

Honey, welcome to the party
Drunk off Henny, high off Cali
That's why I'm moving retarted (That's why I'm moving retarted)
Might pull up and lock arff the party (Lock it)
Gun on my hip, nine in the clip
Tryna do him and his chargy (Tryna do him and his chargy)
B*t*h, you're a wooky, give me neck
Gun on my hip, leave holes in a prick
I'm taking the p*ss
Splash man down, nearly broke man's wrist
Make man swim in the field like fish
Bad gyal suck up my demons quick
Bop, bop like [?]
Russ with a Russ, I'm a real cash earner
Can't size up rudeboy, you're a worker
When I was young, went halves on burners
Need a big Mac, big thighs, no burger
case but I wanted murder
Russ and Buni [?]
Lurk on them when man's not working
Opp block gyal [?]
when I step in the party
MB, Russ step with a army
Spliff hang out my mouth like a Yardie
I get eyes and winks from the barbies
shawty, shawty tek' time
Wrapped up once, she know I get mine
Taze, woah, woah, my killy, my slime
We ran them down a million times
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
B*t*h, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)
Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)
One in the head (One in the head)
Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit

It's Big 092MLBOA (Uh), I make a call and it's war
I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh
Got a bad b*t*h from overseas
Got a 10 pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh
Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a n***a out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh
Double G for the tee
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese
Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh
Bluffin', pu**y boy, stop all that bluffin'
.380 hold a ruler, I know some n***as that'll shoot you for nothing
Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah he runnin'
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
B*t*h, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)
Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)
One in the head (One in the head)
Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit

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