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All The Parties (Explicit) - Drake/Chief Keef
Lyrics by：A. Graham/B. Saint Fort/M. Bidaye/H. Arsenault/J Dolla Name/M. Samuels/Fierce Name/Coleman Name
Composed by：A. Graham/B. Saint Fort/M. Bidaye/H. Arsenault/J Dolla Name/M. Samuels/Fierce Name/Coleman Name
Produced by：BNYX®/Maneesh/Harley Arsenault/J Dolla/Boi-1da/Fierce/Coleman
Ayy
Ayy ayy
Grr
Yeah Jason got money that glow in the dark
Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark
Walk-in closet got more Chrome in than Stark
Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark
Guess it's time for me to cover the shark
Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art
**** you h*es I swear I'm breakin' your heart
It's broken
I bought the house just to knock that **** down
I bought the Rolls just to take it apart
She bought an a*s now she makin' it arch
Doctor's office was the last time
That you niggas even had your name on a chart
Shawty graduated playin' it smart
Ayy yeah
Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study now she poppin' Addies
She at all the parties T'd up with 3Hunna
She just did her body she in love with Sosa
Girl you such a thottie
Ayy Sosa baby
Used to wanna study now I drop the addy
And she at all the parties T'd up with 3Hunna
Showin' off her body she in love with Sosa
Girl you such a thottie ayy
Money on my mind I'm rackin' my brain
Shout to Lil' Palestine she with the gang
Shout to lil' A1 from Foxwood and Jane
Shout to lil' Izzy she work as a stewardess
I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane
Free Baby M out the shackle and chain
Me my evil twin we one in the same
Shout to Machine from the Wood free 17 from the Lane
R.I.P. Smoke it's a shame
I'm bumpin' 'em all in the Range
I love all y'all niggas the same
I wish this was back in the day for real
Forty deep in the East End
We call it swimmin' in the deep end
My ******* playin' PND and them
Them shorties don't listen to Weeknd
They archin' back and makin' knees bend
And they ain't graduate but they geekin'
And they live in a crib with a cheap rent yeah
And I wish I could dead all the beefin'
And I wish I could dead all the dissin' deceased friends
I wish we could be friends
Probably sound like I'm preachin'
The city might sleep in some peace then
But it's not realistic
What's realistic is money that we spend
We coppin' cars like policemen
We heavy guys like obese men
I keep showin' love to the streets and
It's still free the guys 'til they free men yeah yeah
In this 6ix side town a dead end world
East End boys and West End girls yeah
East End boys and West End girls ayy
Used to wanna study now I send the addy
Girl you need a hobby
This is the starchild a.k.a. DJ Pooper Scooper
What's on top of the house
Roof
What's in the top of your mouth
What's Babe name
What do a dog say
We comin' to tear the what off
They raise your tax we raise the roof
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