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party bus - rich the kid, famous dex & jay critch lyrics

[intro: jay critch]
hey, ayy

[pre-chorus: jay critch]
i gotta smoke up the onion
cookie beat a n-gg- head, concussion (that cookie beating on my head)
i just be talkin’ to money
me and that bread be havin’ discussions (i just be talkin’ to bread)
i remember when she ain’t want me
vvs’s on me, now that b-tch bustin’ (hey)
i had to hit me a lick
you thought it was lean, but it was the ‘tussin

[chorus: jay critch]
thought it was
she goin’ through the gang, all of us (all of us)
she off a xan’, party bus (hey)
shooters in the cut, don’t start ’em up (baow)
pull up to the spot, shoot the party up (baow, baow)
my pockets was low but i got ’em up (i got ’em up)
my n-gg-s on go, ain’t no stopping us (stopping us)
i got me some dough, now she poppin’ up (poppin’ up)
i pour me a four in pineapple crush (yeah)

[verse: 1 jay critch]
i pour me a three in a peach crush (in a peach crush)
she sippin’ my lean, now she geeked up (now she geeked up)
the girl of your dreams is an eater
rocket on me, n-gg-, don’t try to sneak up
too boring, why she think that i need her?
two foreigns, b-tch, i need me a visa (two foreigns)
she staring like she mona lisa (hey)
ice glaring, came out of the freezer
them diamonds fighting like goku and frieza (goku and frieza)
no, shawty, i don’t want you or need ya (want you or need ya)
how you ballin’? see you up in the bleachers (up in the bleachers)
i’ma hit a stain, my n-gg-s, they bleachin’ (jugg)
lv, put it all on my sneakers
healthy, smokin’ on the best reefer (hey)
in the ghost lookin’ like the grim reaper
honor roll, she give brain like teachers

[chorus: jay critch]
thought it was
she goin’ through the gang, all of us (all of us)
she off a xan’, party bus
shooters in the cut, don’t start ’em up
pull up to the spot, shoot the party up
my pockets was low but i got ’em up (i got ’em up)
my n-gg-s on go, ain’t no stopping us (stopping us)
i got me some dough, now she poppin’ up (hey)
i pour me a four in pineapple crush (huh)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
pour a four down in the big blue (what?)
ice on me like a f-cking igloo (ice)
big dawg, n-gg-, no blues clues (big dawg)
bring your b-tch, i’ma give her back to you (b-tch)
ooh, rappers they broke and they salty (salty)
lean in the morning like coffee (lean)
she got a birkin, she bossin’ (birkin)
my neck is all white like a frosty (woo)
n-gg-s on the internet flexin’ (flex)
lookin’ at my pockets, they pregnant (they pregnant)
i just might pull out the bentley (skrrt)
now that i’m worth a few milli’ (huh?)
in the kitchen but the stove broke (stove broke)
i was hustlin’ for a bankroll (bankroll)
blue cheese all hundos (blue)
she on my back like a camel (rich)

[chorus: jay critch & famous dex]
thought it was
she goin’ through the gang, all of us (all of us)
she off a xan’, party bus (hey)
shooters in the cut, don’t start ’em up (baow)
pull up to the spot, shoot the party up (baow, baow)
my pockets was low but i got ’em up (i got ’em up)
my n-gg-s on go, ain’t no stopping us (stopping us)
i got me some dough, now she poppin’ up (ah-dexter)
i pour me a four in pineapple crush (ah-woah, ah-wait)

[verse 3: famous dex]
pull to the club, shoot the party up (skrrt, skrrt)
got money my pockets, yeah, big bucks (i do)
rich forever, they can’t f-ck with us (ah-what?)
that ap my wrist, put that rollie up (yeah)
wait, hop in the back of that maybach
flexin’ so hard, man, i know they can’t take that
can’t f-ck with him, he an alley rat
flexin’ your chains, send my shooters to sn-tch that
i gotta smoke out the onion
n-gg-s talkin’, really ain’t getin’ no money, huh
i came from nothin’ to somethin’
pop me two pills, my heart be jumpin’, ah-what?
huh, f-ck your lil’ b-tch on a date, huh
i might just bust in her face, huh (dexter)
i got the money on me
tell that lil’ b-tch i’ll buy her céline, dexter

[pre-chorus: jay critch]
i gotta smoke up the onion
cookie beat a n-gg- head, concussion (that cookie beating on my head)
i just be talkin’ to money
me and that bread be havin’ discussions (i just be talkin’ to bread)
i remember when she ain’t want me
vvs’s on me, now that b-tch bustin’
i had to hit me a lick
you thought it was lean, but it was the ‘tussin

- rich the kid famous dex jay critch lyrics

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