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party & bullshit - decay lyrics

[chorus: decay]
who loves gettin’ f-cked up? (f-cked up)
bro’s in the back all the b-tches in the front (in the front)
if you ain’t tipsy then top up the cup (up the cup)
party and bullsh-t you know whats up (whats up aye)

who loves gettin’ f-cked up? (f-cked up)
bro’s in the back all the b-tches in the front (in the front)
if you ain’t tipsy then top up the cup (up the cup)
party and bullsh-t you know whats up (whats up aye)

[verse 1: decay]
tanquery and juice topped up in hand, coppin’ a gram
the kid take ‘em back like f-nny packs and grand am’s
dial up phones and glam bands
hammerin’ a stand up grand, studio crammed
crank the kn-b up and take a shot to this sh-t
i drag ya b-tch home and hit you with a video clip
you know the boy sick, been savage since ’06
that was back when i had more than one chin and fat t-ts (ha)
real mean wit 16’s on panic, got ya crew takin’ notes
like ann frank in the attic, i’m wreaking some havoc
out dummying a bottle of russian prince
rockin’ key b-mps, mean muggin’ in camo print
find me with a buzz and a captain black
up in a alley way shootin’ sh-t with a random cat
i’m dominating tracks like usain bolt
now throw your coat on a role for i come for ya throat, aight?

[verse 2: decay]
bartender won’t you please hit me wit a round
i’m ultra fly all you babies real sh-tty wit the sound
i multiply in vision whenever the bottles around
i’m the king of crushin’ cans, go on hand me the crown
i get down wit nightlife, the kid stay noctivagant
alcoholic written on my birth certificate
debaucherous citizen surfin’ through backpages
known to sink low like some minimum wages
i go through stages where i’m clean and straight laced
but as rapper that don’t fly in my workplace
i retrace steps end back in the gutter
straight horrifyin’ sh-t like i stream through shudder
you won’t find another cat this vile i guarantee
on and off screen the kid keep it obscene
you see, i stay buzzed and my game remain lethal
this joint right here for all them party people (common now)

[verse 3: t-to lopez]
ain’t nuttin’ bs bout this, canada partyin’ on that south sh-t
decay relay the message they ain’t about sh-t
bout it and baller blockin’ was our choices
now they bout to come out of pocket for our voices
boisterous black man, white fans, light tan
look like stan, stand up straight like mic stands
we might dance, gettin’ money is my plans
ain’t a fightin’ chance, you still rockin’ them tight -ss pants
i live for the funk, i die for the funk
get high and get drunk, we vibrate the trunk
don’t vibe with them punks, my tribe ate the punks
rip to biggie smalls, now won’t you all say
i live for the funk, i die for the funk
get high and get drunk, we vibrate the trunk
now lighters go up, now i turned it up
say now er’body jump, er-er er jump (gpt)

[outro]
who loves gettin’ f-cked up?
bro’s in the back all the b-tches in the front
if you ain’t tipsy then top up the cup
party and bullsh-t you know whats up (whats up aye)

- decay lyrics

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