Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grove Party, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 13.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grove Party |
| I got a whole lot of money |
| Pop that pussy for me |
| My homie got that yopper |
| He’ll bang it at a copper |
| Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! |
| Stove on my waist |
| Cook your ass up gourmet |
| All-black.44 — do you want foreplay? |
| I’m going at your face like Oil of Olay |
| No champagne, but you know my flag rose |
| Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose |
| No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it |
| I’m higher than a bitch |
| Feel like a climbed a fucking mountain |
| Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting |
| Shots hit him a minute ago |
| But his body’s still bouncing |
| Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead |
| Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red |
| Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher |
| Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher! |
| I live in Miami, nigga |
| I’ll South Beach ya |
| Robin Leach, uh — that’s how we ballin |
| You know that I’m loaded but please don’t take a sweeter |
| Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena |
| Them hoes on your money |
| Tell them hoes we coming |
| Before we get it popping |
| We ain’t saving hoes, we swapping |
| Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! |
| Big head Desert Eagle, call it «shotty» |
| How’d you get that money? |
| Stunna taught me that |
| The zan took me under |
| Patron brought me back |
| I’m leaning on you muthafuckers |
| Like I caught a flat |
| And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat |
| What the lick read? |
| I’m in the big league |
| I’m a breath of fresh air |
| Let the bitch breathe! |
| I’m trying to chillax |
| But I had to do it, dev |
| I’m at the funeral like |
| «I had to do it, rev! |
| «Mack you my big brother |
| I split a wig for you |
| Put that on repeat |
| Until they bury me |
| Moment of clarity… yeah |
| That’s my diamond game |
| I keep a fine bitch |
| Cause I like the finer things |
| Fuck with me slime |
| No brain on the whip |
| I’ve got nothing in mind |
| Carter 4, they ain’t fucking with mine |
| I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait |
| To make up for the time |
| Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup? |
| Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers |
| Iced out chain, bitch |
| I’m rich off that same shit |
| 65 hoes on my dick, bitch, it’s Christmas |
| Straight Westside, Bay Area |
| Bitch, I’ll graze em |
| Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles |
| On like a cradle and you niggas can’t stop me |
| Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky. |
| Bitches still Westside |
| Shouts out to Weezy |
| Young BasedGod with that.55 heater |
| 187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch |
| With that tiny shirt mane |
| And the tiny pants mane |
| I’m on BasedWorld and I fuck with cash Money my niggas. |
| Don’t understand man |
| The game like a chain |
| Woo woo! |
| Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man |
| Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter |
| My life just a painting |
| And I paint you a picture, mane |
| Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga |
| This that stunt music: bitch, I just do’s it |
| It’s Lil B and I’ll muthafuckin prove it |
| We runnin' |