Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Personal Party, artist - Smoke DZA. Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Personal Party |
| Flying down the west side |
| Joining my air |
| One bout to get lid up, I’m about to disappear |
| In thin air, feeling untouchable |
| Tommy bond, sincere, you think I give a fuck about a red light |
| Niggers can’t do us, so they dead tight |
| Hating on a young slick nigga, for getting there |
| Fly shit I mastered it, nothing like your average |
| Cookie patch rugby bucket low like Smith |
| A nigga gotta eat, powerful million in my box |
| Just like Monopoly, I need propriety |
| I ain’t trying to end up like them previous lames |
| Caught up, no bail money, in the game |
| Watch niggers life flush down the drain |
| The results of not playing they lane |
| For the money or fame |
| I said I’m in for the legacy, triple my change, nigga |
| Right, minus the ball, life is great |
| Super high, out of space, mind blowing got me on freeze |
| Plus everybody got they own trees, it’s a personal party |
| Ah, light up at your own pace, cause this a personal party |
| Ah, I’m taking this one to the it’s personal party |
| 2 hoes for paper, write these rhymes on a steel plate |
| His words hold weight nigga, spit up |
| From el Salvador to the el rey |
| Jet life on the billboard never forget that day |
| Man, everything going just ask playing |
| My driver rolling up at the airport cause I’m |
| My girl left my hideout up |
| She hear that dough slam that pussy waking up |
| As I’m stepping up, she ripping off her clothes for |
| Now homie is it clear enough |
| I say get money, fuck bitches cause I get money |
| Them bitches want fuck |
| Is it clear homie, is it add enough |
| Right, minus the ball, life is great |
| Super high, out of space, mind blowing got me on freeze |
| Plus everybody got they own trees, it’s a personal party |
| Ah, light up at your own pace, cause this a personal party |
| Ah, I’m taking this one to the it’s personal party |
| Levitating on get well soon, kush god speed |
| Got these niggers sick, take a long z’s |
| Matter of fact, this one’s on me |
| For everybody that I lost this year |
| You know what lovers do, this one’s for you |
| And the I got choices |
| Voice of the voice list I speak for the unheard |
| And got to say one word I got you |
| Be a fake nigga, not true |
| Nobody keep it real like I do |
| Everybody’s praying its survival |
| Do or die, niggers don’t abide rules |
| It’s a cold world, ain’t nothing else to do but pray |
| Little nigga got shot in the mouth broad day yesterday |
| Life what is worth to you? |
| Question deep enough for me to light a personal |