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Smoke DZA

Santos Party House (Extended Version)

 

Santos Party House (Extended Version)


[Smoke DZA:]
Uh, my bank branch know me first name basis
House party looking like a Thursday at Aces (Right)
Good gracious, all these blue faces
Told them niggas hold they breath, they can't take it
Stans and Lavers, that's Adidas paper
Authentic Harlem, they ain't wanna see us caked up (Uh-huh)
The rates' up, the gigs' up too
Double header in France, went for a bag and I picked up two
Back across the water, bosses aura
Belaire Rose flowing like faucet water
Get love from the plug, he endorse my order
Finesse a few plays, get mo' bucks
Fast as a 'Rari, bad broad hopping out of planes
Put my pot down, now I'm 'bout to twist another strain
Uh, disappear like David Blaine (Right)
Got a few things I can do with this Mary Jane like

[Wiz Khalifa (Smoke DZA):]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)
We gon' prolly get rich to this (Right)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Right)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Really)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Yeah)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this

[Curren$y (Wiz Khalifa):]
She wanna roll (Uh)
What she say, she can come but she can't stay
I'll smash on you, but I can't lay
Back shots, still got my sweatsuit on
In my hi-tops, fo' chains and my Plain Jane watch
Her homegirl watch from the rooftop
I'm the true new season, new coupes out
What you 'bout? I'm on a new route
Bitches shaking ass looking like Uncle Luke house
Roll so many O's, it's just "Ooo" now
Andretti, couple more Chevy's
In the paint shop, they almost ready
When they hit the streets, you'll know
'Cause all of sudden, nigga turn ice cold
Big paper get where small money can't go
(Big paper get where small money can't go)

[Wiz Khalifa (Big K.R.I.T.):]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)
We gon' prolly get rich to this (Hol' up)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Now)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )
She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Ugh)

[Big K.R.I.T.:]
I got a priority flow, I'm right at yo do'
Kicking flavors wrapped in paper, they ain't labeled before
Southern lights, ain't a device that could disable the glow
I school a bitch, get down with, you went and catered the ho
I'm on a level that never be, like planets you'll never see
I sit somewhere in between, rhythms and melodies
Allow me to primp, primp, get out with a pimp limp
Put it on a blimp for a bitch that done jumped ship
I got this here on cruise control
Ooze the type of cool that Eskimos would know
Rose the type of bread that only Huck could fold
Blindfold folk at my house before I entered the code
'Cause a lame break and enter where he ain't enter before
But I block 'em like a center the ball
The way I shine, like I shine like the sun ain't been shining at all
2AM in the morning, bet she know who to call
Krizzle

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it
We gon' prolly get rich to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this

This one, that one, roll 'em, pass 'em
Next one won't be like the last one
Old school, classic, don't do magic
But disappear with a bad bitch
Funds, I stack 'em, girls, I mack 'em
Being broke, I can't imagine
What's that cost? Don't see the tax
I reached the point, don't even brag (Okay)
OG status (Okay), and I don't need fashion (Okay)
And my girls be badder, throw it back, she got talent (Okay)
Won't be off balance (Okay), she love a challenge (Okay)
And the money keep piling, grown ass man, these boys be childish

Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it
We gon' prolly get rich to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this

[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]
Roller skates, paper chase
Foreign cars, paper planes
Iron gates, large estates
My name hold weight, my money straight
Roller skates, paper chase
Foreign cars, paper planes
Iron gates, large estates
My name hold weight, my money straight
(Yeah)

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