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not that type of party - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
chops out, mops out, we got this n*gga beatboxin’ (my n*gga menace on the beat)
it’s hot in h*ll’s kitchen, crack a stove, heat sparkin’
never park them coupes, knock his head then speed off
treason on the stincs, box his whip in, r*t*rd

[verse 1: blue pesos]
sh*t, n*gga
stincs run the city, that’s some sh*t you n*ggas dream ’bout
mei ling, sue yung, flu flammin go down
on rodeo with my drum, if you want it, go to war with me

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
you think i’m finna give these fake n*ggas love?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think i’m out on the block with no drum?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think you finna act special where we from?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think you steppin’ in our section with thesе bums?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
sh*t, n*gga
you think i’m finna give thesе fake n*ggas love, n*gga?
b*tch
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
sh*t, n*gga
you think you steppin’ in our section with these bums, n*gga? (uh, n*gga)
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
[verse 2: duffy]
catch you lackin’, it is not that type of party
speed up out of a rolls, mei ling see me stalkin’
what’s up with n*ggas always doin’ all that talkin’?
i don’t know, but all i know is rudy chalked him
gettin’ where i’m goin’, can’t n0body tell me nothin’
got some demons in my shoulders, say they like what i’m becomin’
get up in my way, you end up shot or kickin’ buckets
it’s only right i’m slidin’ with this draco on his cousin
“duffy, why you rushin’?” it’s a loafy out there callin’ me
really too greedy, that’s the difference between you and me
did it to him quick, bart choke him and we flee the scene
big mac on me, .223s, that’s a twenty*piece
if you don’t agree the stincs winnin’, n*gga, show me somethin’
got it off the mussle, n*ggas stupid that we finna fumble
what’s up in that louis duffel? chip him, frito*lay with ruffles
long live the coaches, chops out, we makin’ n*ggas hustle
put him in a bundle, hundiddies, i’m so cold hearted
mad i let these steve urkel n*ggas even get me started
try to get up on me, sn*tch what? he must be retarted
wrestle with this chop, i’m flatlinin’ any jeff hardys
pour another line, all our opps probably sniffin’ sharpies
bob marley, facin’ all these ‘woods, i can’t think hardly
n*gga tried to touch a piece, nina sweet talked him
yeah, n*gga, it is not that type of party
[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
you think i’m finna give these fake n*ggas love?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think i’m out on the block with no drum?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think you finna act special where we from?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
you think you steppin’ in our section with these bums?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
sh*t, n*gga
you think i’m finna give these fake n*ggas love, n*gga?
b*tch
nah, bro, it is not that type of party
sh*t, n*gga
you think you steppin’ in our section with these bums, n*gga?
nah, bro, it is not that type of party

- otm lyrics

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