Type of Party
• Written by TylerHustle
Sea of lyrics, go take a sip of this
I got them devilish bars, latest lyricist
I got infectious bars, Satan's syphilis
Was once scribbling, now my lyrics sizzling
From Murderapolis, dawgs here be crippling
Tré Tré running from the Tre Tre Crips and them
Y'all got no chill, okay, it's me you implement
Sweet like cinnamon, and fierce to the instrument
I can't get with this, I'm a lyricist
And I'm fearing this, hardly hearing this
Flaming bars on a boy so well spirited
Put me on the top of the pyramid
Oh yeah, this feel like my type of party
Tryna see if I could ride a barbie
Tonight feels good, might try an army
Way too faded, might try a molly
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TylerHustle
Member since October 17 2014