February 29th

(альбом: Black Hystori Project - 2014)

[Hook:]
Tell the waitress bring the bottles
Put em in the ice!
I swear to God that I have many nights
The fucking bitches live the marijuana remy life
Party like it's February 29th
Ninth, ninth
We gon party like it's February 29th

[Verse 1 CyHi The Prynce:]
And artist like me is seen every leap year
So let's party like a frat-house with cheap beer
We the premier, niggas in the street dear
Keep this piece near, blood on my seat spear
Let it be clear, the only thing that he fears
Not being referred as the black [?]
Without ya'll thinking he weird
I'm talking John P quier
My shit sheer, I used to sweep beer
But until then I keep the presidential
Rollie shinning brilliant
Feel like I'm Bill Clint
Shawty said she wasn't going, but she still went
Been around the world twice, but I'm still prynce
I seen my ex in the club, she probably got the same number
Call er right now, I bet you should still be sprint
Flew out to Paris, I'm a send my chauffeur
If you call him Pierre, either way it's still French
So

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[Verse 2 Jon Connor:]
Who am I to say what I deserve and if I really deserve it?
I get to play with these words while the world is barely keep turning
Determined to get it, born in the city, I didn't fit in
Cause killing was always sought, now we yelling "michigan we did it"
I used to have drama, I used to not sleep
Now I got a bunch of J's that have never been on my feet
Meanwhile, I'm reflecting, don't take a second for granted I just accept that my quest is to be the best when you handed this oppurtunity
Shit, your only choice to go get it, for all my niggas missing I deserve all these ritches and bitches
Who said that I don't, who said that I won't be up on some new shit
Got two bitches they 22, who making room for a new chick I got it
I know I got it and don't it feel right
Shit, I can't explain with these words what it feel like
When everything that you dreamed about is your real life
We about to take a leap of faith like it's the 29th
What!

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[Verse 3 Zip K:]
It's Zip K
Uh, born raised and Decatur-bred
On Thomas Bakery baking, that's that Decatur bread
In school, I majored in major money and major risks
I ain't majored yet but, shit I pay the rent
Hottest with the gram since Insta
Grown party raps, every bars a bar mitzvah
See how many hoes that new foreign car get ya
Trying to live your dreams out before the law pinch ya
Wake up, wake up, trying to get my cake up
Cliché, cliché, all the shit we make up
One hit rappers at the labels 'til they break up
Niggas need a hard drive, all the space you take up
Make room, please like, niggas, uh, move please
Now you get the looks and whispers like "who's these"
Never marry pussy I know she's a groupy
Even though it's tight, I use that term loosely
And uh

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[Verse 4 CyHi The Prynce:]
Back when Twan had the money collar with the t-tops
Jabo in my Reeboks, I was trying to beatbox
Now I'm in the CL smooth: Pete Rock
We not on the same level you biatch
Y'all won the BET Awards, I'm trying to win the EGOT
For your information: kiosk
Sorry to keep you waitin': Detox
Landmark of stone mountain, I'm like the man street clocks
Shit I might zip up to the party in a Fiat
Postered like I'm [?], standing on the furniture
I with the girl I used to like in high-school, trying to put my bit in but I never got my turn with her
But tonight it feels right it's like timber for two skies and they go blue mercedes-benz with no roof
So let your hair down, you with the prince for the night
Even though I never be uptight
It don't matter

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