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rmc mike & rio da yung og - house party lyrics
[intro: rmc mike]
how y’all trippin’ with that stick, let’s have a house party
and i got a new b_tch, let’s have a house party
yeah
hey, got a couple zips inside my house party, huh
chris pulled up with the stick, let’s have a house party
hey, n_gga b_tch, let’s have a house party
[verse 1: rmc mike]
i got ten hoes in here, let’s have a house party
i got ten hoes who weigh it, let’s have a ounce party
i might slide past the vest and then drop forty
pull up on a n_gga and his b_tch, i’m finna drop shorty
k!ll a n_gga in all white, i’m finna scott storch him
shoot his ass in his small intestine, he gon’ drop shortly
n_gga thought i went to northwestern, i resided at norton
shoot a n_gga in my school shirt, it’s a viking bustin’
got a super kick on it like shawn michaels comin’
boy, i got a bad b_tch at home, i don’t like your woman
n_ggas talkin’ crazy out they mouth, that mini micro comin’
and i got a 40 m&p with a silencer on it
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
came out the back out with k, they thought mike as lonely
and i’m ridin’ ’round with two glocks with no license for ’em
but i’ll put these b_tches down and try to fight your uncle
beat his old ass, he thought holyfield or tyson jumped him
n_gga tried to get the ups on me, ain’t know my knife was on me
had to cut this p_ssy n_gga up right in front my mama
i went to church one sunday just to serve the preacher
then i caught a sale at the store, then caught my gurb in beecher
i take my four_five to school, it’s finna burn my teacher
gas station d_mn near blew up when i burnt my reefer
[verse 3: rmc mike]
swear to god all my fiends love me, i be servin’ ether
and i bring that sh_t to your front door like i’m servin’ pizza
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
b_tch, let’s have a house party
mike just rolled a whole zip, let’s have an ounce party
chris brought the k out and shot up a house party
got some hoes tryna dip, i need an ounce of molly
just poured a four of thin out ’cause i don’t like quali’
just stripped a n_gga to his drawers, i feel like quanny
just had to choke my b_tch out, i feel like tommy
i d_mn near raised you lil’ n_ggas, i shoulda hit your mama
[verse 5: rmc mike]
i’ll pop a percocet, i don’t like molly
i’ll drink some mgb, i don’t like watson
i’ll punch these cards up, but i don’t like swipin’
and i made your b_tch hit the road, i don’t like drivin’
i can never keep a b_tch ’cause i don’t like lyin’
cut that b_tch off after i hit her like five times
we be smokin’ on some cookie that’s on high time
i’ll settle for some real cherry, i don’t like pine
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