Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Type of Party, artist - Que. Date of issue: 07.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Type of Party |
| IS that what you thought it was? |
| Hmm |
| I guess you thought a nigga 'bout to pay for it? |
| Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party |
| Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh? |
| No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party |
| You fucked up tryin' pass me the mid little nigga |
| Naw this ain’t even that type of party |
| I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga |
| This ain’t even that type of party (x 3) |
| This ain’t even that type of party little bitch |
| This ain’t even that type of party (x3) |
| This ain’t even that type of party my nigga |
| This ain’t even that type of party |
| Please don’t get a nigga started |
| It ain’t even that type of party |
| Country-ass nigga you corny |
| And the ho you with got on Ed Hardy |
| Young nigga eatin' calamari |
| Y’all nigga still eatin' Arby’s |
| All these hoes think a nigga gnarly |
| Put your baby momma on Maury |
| Y’all nigga feelin' like Usher in the club |
| I don’t want her number I wanna fuck her in the club |
| Bunch of chains feelin' like Busta in the club |
| Last time a young nigga snuck you in the club |
| Had you sleepin' lookin' like a sucker in the club |
| Embarrassed at the club, carried out the club |
| My man snuck Dirty Harry in the club |
| Tried some fuck shit then he airin' out the club |
| It is what it is, but it ain’t what it ain’t |
| So it ain’t what your little nigga thought it was |
| These real diamonds in the bezel on the fade |
| VV fuckin' fade, what you thought it was? |
| Went from cool mills til I got a fuckin' bank |
| Keep the cake at the house where you thought it was? |
| Got some killers that for real, some gorillas and some apes |
| Knock the taste out your mouth, what you thought it was? |
| I ain’t payin' for pussy but I might just buy the |
| Only if your friend give a nigga half-off |
| High and I’m stuck, watchin' Cat-Dog |
| Pourin' up mud, drinkin' act raw |
| Drinkin' out a straw, rollin' up bud |
| Waitin' for your bitch to get off work at the club |
| I already knew that I would probably finna fuck |
| Cause she walked through the door in some leggings and some Uggs |