Lyrics Student Parties - Black Josh, MC Jon

Student Parties

I’m tryna fill this empty safe
Heard there’s a student party round my way
I held a fresh, got dressed and got them scales
Weighed up my options that I got for sale
Trainers on a (?) bell
Pulled up in a German whip, bitches asking who’s Merc is this
She said she’s rather get in, yes
People come to me, purchase this
(?) we’re gurning shit
Whilst I’m chilling and burning spliffs
They want that shit, I’m serving it
I’m making money, earning quick
I got pot on me, I got them e’s
And I got them there if you got the P
Even got that K, or you want the flake?
Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Bucket hat on low, with some Ray-Bans on
Pissy bitches wanna talk 'em off
Molly got 'em sweating make up off
Man in there chewing their faces off
They love the product, I just made a prof
I got pills piling up, now I can pay them off
And getting in, flipping the weight
Ketamine bitches are sucking for days
The rest of them niggas are out of their face
They getting my digits to call me if they
Need D-R-U-G-S, I know your friends are using it
Every day they abusing it, so tell 'em that I’m moving it
I got pot on me, I got them e’s
And I got them there if you got the P
Even got that K, or you want the flake?
Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
All these student bitches love me
Want me to come party with 'em
Cause they know I got that money, ey
Every week I’m buying, they get their weed from me
Every time I pop champagne, they get a fucking G from me
But I get that old money, when I’m flocking these bredders thinking I get that
hoe money
Every morning I be multiplying all my old money
Don’t watch no ticks uh, I get that whole money
My clientele, strictly in YSL
Gold Chanel, high class, mammy be flying sale
Uh, swear they like D&G
I make the magic happen if you ever need 'em D
Hocus pocus baby, girls just focus focus
Maybe get some Coca-Cola, overdrive like Cosa Nostra uh
So baby wait on me, I don’t carry no weight on me
Wait on the blacked out Merc and pass the fucking stack of paper G
I got pot on me, I got them e’s
And I got them there if you got the P
Even got that K, or you want the flake?
Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem
Student party, selling them
Drugs, selling dem