Party Till We Pass Out
• Written by ARMA
As i proceed, i fuck around with a bad bitch,
Define me life, when you tripping on some mad shit,
Took so many drugs now I'm feeling like an addict,
Party every week and I think it's just a habit,
The harder the shit, the better the trip,
Mix it all up and I'm taking a sip,
Now im trippin so crazy
and i'm living the life,
Fucked the hoe twice call her my wife,
Booty so thick never go outta site,
Go a bit crazy if you want me to bite,
Now Im trippy, im trippy,
Flying into space idont even know where i iz,
What is this place im getting higher than wiz,
Party till we black out,
Woke up this morning i think i mustove passed out,
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Things never change and i chill on this verse,
Killin this shit like i killed on the first,
Run up on the wannabes making them hurt,
Putting their faces up in da dirt,
big shoutout to the east and a Big shoutout to the west,
126 we killin this shit,u prolly know we the best,
On top of my game,
Drinking champagne we making it rain,
Drug dealers dream U feeling the pain,
Hoes give me head Im feeling insane,
Ask ur mom if u think that im real,
Met with the devil now im making a deal,
I grew up a screw up im taking the top,
im telling emcees watch out for the drop,
Mask on my face and gold on my neck,
brake ur legs and i write you a cheque,
Our daily routine is puffin on trees,
We know where the best who you trying to be,
Give you a job but the things you will see,
Havin da talk birds and the bees,
Gangsta, thugs we CHASE the ambition,
Banging these hoes on a different position,
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ARMA
Member since March 11 2014