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Haa Haa Yea, Tony Stark nigga, I ain't goin no where Ya'll feel me - we about to finish this al dog Uh huh tell em tone tone the beginning yo yo yo Yo the old lady said the shooter was 5'6" And she don't know Had gotta away with 5 of them bricks Across the street a group of men held 9 sticks And those is choppers being sprayed and all of them missed Uhhhhhhh little Boon gotta away with it He passed me four of them joints if I stayed with him Uhhhhh what the fuck y'all think I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink Nahhhhh I'm a gangsta besides getting paper I'm move my pawns fuck around and get rooked Besides that any jux session deny me for any stones In your skin you get cooked Haha blood spilling like lava Face on the hot concrete no aqua Master killer with horror You wasn't even the main entree How's that for a starter Party over here I'm talking like its about to get deadly We stay getting ready Letras de cancionesParty over here Staten island stay styling Boy turn off the lights like teddy Party over here more paper Hoes that swallowing Scato on the late tip Party over here don't you dare run nigga Just hand over the goods or we'll take it Bottle after bottle Remmy dark goose moscato Threw the club into gear full throttle Players on one side killers on the other Hoes in the middle plus its jammed packed flooded Sweating through my silk word life I might chuck it Mad hoes got em on the string like a puppet Party over here... little nigga stepped on my kicks Without saying pardon over here Two of my goons seen it followed him over there Came back with whatever that fuck boy had in his ear Neck chest wrist he couldn't persevere Pat riley on his neck gave up the jewels like here Nickel plated bulldogs 12 inch rugers in long leather To pluck any bird nigga feather Staten island we get ours regardless Don't forget we do the pressing Y'all just press charges Party over here I'm talking like its about to get deadly We stay getting ready Party over here Staten island stay styling Boy turn off your lights like teddy Party over here more paper Hoes that swallow and scato on the late tip Party over here don't you dare run nigga Just hand over the goods and we'll take it From Letras Mania