The Party / The After Party by JG Lyrics
[The Party]:
Fuck it I'ma go right in
Killing shit I'm the kingpin
Through thick and thin and sick and sin
An L's an L, a wins a win
Mix some twins with juice and gin
Im back in this shit again
Cause I been on the run just like ya boy Osama Bin
Pina coladas and, Coke mixed with Kolonopins
They askin me what do you recommend we mix the chronic with?
It doesn't matter, you get stoned as fuck anyways
Everyday I'm smoking J's
The best chaser for some Bombay
It's only noon but you know what they say: you pay to play
And I ain't talking play like selling weed or bagging Yay
I meant play hard like I'ma fucking die today
I'm hungry y'all so get away
Eating rappers like fillets
(Change voice) Like a fish fillet?
Save it man, that's gross as fuck
Yuck, I think I'm throwing up
From rap I've never made a buck
Get off my nuts, get off my what?
Your beats are good, your rhyming sucks
(Trolling)
I'm like 20 thousand miles up
Uhh and I think I'll vote for Donald Trump
Uhh then fuck your bitch in her butt
Uhh then maybe I'ma smoke a blunt, uhhh yeah
Fuck it man
I'm done trolling
It's time to take this shit seriously...
[The After Party]:
You said I'm corny and my bars suck we'll see about that
They told my ass not to go in, you should just quit rap
But it's back to back bumping in the Cadillac
Pockets fat, I ain't talking Jack Black
Fax the facts while I'm smoking on pacc
The old days? I'm never going back
Mopping floors, I'm too good for that
Cooking crack, I ain't hood for that
I didn't grow up in the projects but I'm not scared to whop some ass (yeah)
Bitch I am rap
See me smoking weed up in Goldman Sach's
Just bought my bitch some new jewelry and you're goddamn right I blew a couple stacks
Uh, that's right
I see you bark but not bite
You new dogs with your old tricks, I'll teach your ass how to fight
Get me out the sunlight, fuck it
New flow yeah that's right, suck it
8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright
Bitch
Yeah, I said 8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright
Biiiitch
Fuck it I'ma go right in
Killing shit I'm the kingpin
Through thick and thin and sick and sin
An L's an L, a wins a win
Mix some twins with juice and gin
Im back in this shit again
Cause I been on the run just like ya boy Osama Bin
Pina coladas and, Coke mixed with Kolonopins
They askin me what do you recommend we mix the chronic with?
It doesn't matter, you get stoned as fuck anyways
Everyday I'm smoking J's
The best chaser for some Bombay
It's only noon but you know what they say: you pay to play
And I ain't talking play like selling weed or bagging Yay
I meant play hard like I'ma fucking die today
I'm hungry y'all so get away
Eating rappers like fillets
(Change voice) Like a fish fillet?
Save it man, that's gross as fuck
Yuck, I think I'm throwing up
From rap I've never made a buck
Get off my nuts, get off my what?
Your beats are good, your rhyming sucks
(Trolling)
I'm like 20 thousand miles up
Uhh and I think I'll vote for Donald Trump
Uhh then fuck your bitch in her butt
Uhh then maybe I'ma smoke a blunt, uhhh yeah
Fuck it man
I'm done trolling
It's time to take this shit seriously...
[The After Party]:
You said I'm corny and my bars suck we'll see about that
They told my ass not to go in, you should just quit rap
But it's back to back bumping in the Cadillac
Pockets fat, I ain't talking Jack Black
Fax the facts while I'm smoking on pacc
The old days? I'm never going back
Mopping floors, I'm too good for that
Cooking crack, I ain't hood for that
I didn't grow up in the projects but I'm not scared to whop some ass (yeah)
Bitch I am rap
See me smoking weed up in Goldman Sach's
Just bought my bitch some new jewelry and you're goddamn right I blew a couple stacks
Uh, that's right
I see you bark but not bite
You new dogs with your old tricks, I'll teach your ass how to fight
Get me out the sunlight, fuck it
New flow yeah that's right, suck it
8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright
Bitch
Yeah, I said 8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright
Biiiitch