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party ain’t a party - french montana lyrics

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[chorus: french montana]
party ain’t a party less you f*ck the whole crew
bringing henny and bacardi, and bring the smoke too
don’t be cuffing hoes, ngiga, let the b*tch through
and uh
and uh
party ain’t a party less you f*ck the whole crew
bring the henny and bacardi, and bring the smoke too
don’t be cuffing hoes, n*gga, let the b*tch through
and uh
and uh

[verse 1: french montana]
my hand in the bucket, her hand in my pocket
see me going down, now shawty wanna joc it
and uh
see me in the drop, and uh
sh*tted on that b*tch like cat litter
in the drop top, finna let the top drop
[?] top drop
never [?] ghost rider
know a n*gga rolling, f*ck a ghost writer
please your honor, don’t f*ck my timе up
only got [?] know [?]
i’m uh
need 7 0’s, [?]
break down with my coke boy [?]
[verse 2: big cheeze]
big numbers on thе v, take a look inside
these n*ggas bent up out of shape, like some crookid eyes
[?] been the same since [?]
jewls on, [?] cream
that’s a [?]
racks, i be holding some
n*gga out of line, have the paramedics pick him up
it ain’t locomotive, she let me run a train
party and bullsh*t, that’s all on a n*gga brain
cocaine, certified
have you n*ggas bleeding in your ride
we see the games from a different angle
that’s why the stones in these chains all star spangled

[chorus: french montana]
party ain’t a party less you f*ck the whole crew
bringing henny and bacardi, and bring the smoke too
don’t be cuffing hoes, ngiga, let the b*tch through
and uh
and uh
party ain’t a party less you f*ck the whole crew
bring the henny and bacardi, and bring the smoke too
don’t be cuffing hoes, n*gga, let the b*tch through
and uh
and uh
[verse 3: chinx]
[?] i know you heard about that coke boy movement
word on the street, we the hottest n*ggas moving
now get your friends and come over to v.i.p
shots of patrone got her dancing right in front of me
she tryna f*ck with me, but my eyes on her friend
two stepped my way to the b*tch, and told her let’s get it in
she put her hands on me, [?] how she love my sh*t
chinx [?] b*tch
and he a coke boy, so get in tune with him
we f*ck with freaks, [?] going to the moon with him
meaning we taking off, [?]
but you gotta f*ck every coke boy, that’s right

[verse 4: flip]
money overflowing, i’m sunk in the deep
probably with your b*tch, getting sucked like some t**th
n*gga hang it up, in the closet with the clothes
[?] like a finger in they nose
coke boys popping rose, sour o’s, getting money like
i get fly
i get high
off the loud
a party ain’t a party til we in it
and i got [?] weed when them seeds in it
snow bunny on the road, doing the speed limit
f*ck the game, my [?] i’m taking [?] in it
i want shorty with the long hair, think it’s weeve in it
hit it in the coupe, on the low, the v tinted

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