𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝
𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐭
𝐌𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧'
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝
𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
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"Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me litGun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit"I finished rapping the chorus of Welcome to the Party as the dude nodded.
"That song is gonna blow up I can just tell, such a party and a New York vibe man." he said with a smile as he nodded.
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