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private party - devontée lyrics

[intro]
yeah
woah, woah
yeah, woah, woah
devontée, yeah, yeah

[verse]
private party, you invited, just reach to my base
i’ll drop the pin, you and your friends should all just come my way
got lots of extra room that you all can stay, yeah
and we got the vibes, put you in a good sp*ce, yeah
got narcotics, they exotic, yeah, you know my fav
way i’m going gon’ be stoned until i’m gone in my grave
used to worry about tomorrow, now i’m living for today
it’s a party at my place and all the drinks on me
i just felt like some hibachi, ordered benihana steak
dolce & gabanna glasses give my eyes some shade
got the darkest tints on, i can still see the hate, but
this a private party and they can’t get in the gate
eat my broccoli, smoke my broccoli, count my broccoli up, up, yeah
upgrade from durango to a bentley truck, up, yeah
twenty*four inch rims, so a n*gga stuck up, yeah
still don’t give a f*ck, middle fingers up
ooh, i made her holler oochie wally, now she wanna bang
in her fendi stockings, super friendly, can’t be fooled by fame
got that fenty all over her lips, kissing on my chain
she wanna bend it over ’cause she know my money straight up, yeah
she want to fit in my plans, uh, ’cause she know i ran my bands up
she trying to join the band, yeah, ’cause i’m a star, no spangled banner
vvs flash, no camera, i got ice like canada
check the price, i count it up
too many people trying to rapture us
so i got to rap ’til i wrap it up
get the packs, then ship them out packaged up
yeah, keep that ratchet tucked
young n*gga like ratatouille, yeah
all y’all ratting, huh?
my ting bad and bougie
you should see the ass on her (ass on her), yeah, yeah
[verse]
private party, you invited, just reach to my base
i’ll drop the pin, you and your friends should all just come my way
got lots of extra room that you all can stay, yeah
and we got the vibes, put you in a good sp*ce, yeah
got narcotics, they exotic, yeah, you know my fav
way i’m going gon’ be stoned until i’m gone in my grave
used to worry about tomorrow, now i’m living for today
it’s a party at my place and all the drinks on me
i just felt like some hibachi, ordered benihana steak
dolce & gabanna glasses give my eyes some shade
got the darkest tints on, i can still see the hate, but
this a private party and they can’t get in the gate
eat my broccoli, smoke my broccoli, count my broccoli up, up, yeah
upgrade from durango to a bentley truck, up, yeah
twenty*four inch rims, so a n*gga stuck up, yeah
still don’t give a f*ck, middle fingers up
ooh, i made her holler oochie wally, now she wanna bang
in her fendi stockings, super friendly, can’t be fooled by fame
got that fenty all over her lips, kissing on my chain
she wanna bend it over ’cause she know my money straight up, yeah
she want to fit in my plans, uh, ’cause she know i ran my bands up
she trying to join the band, yeah, ’cause i’m a star, no spangled banner
vvs flash, no camera, i got ice like canada
check the price, i count it up
too many people trying to rapture us
so i got to rap ’til i wrap it up
get the packs, then ship them out packaged up
yeah, keep that ratchet tucked
young n*gga like ratatouille, yeah
all y’all ratting, huh?
my ting bad and bougie
you should see the ass on her (ass on her), yeah, yeah

- devontee lyrics

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