Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Just Wanna Party , by - YG. Release date: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Just Wanna Party |
| Mama ain’t raised no fool |
| Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool |
| Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street |
| Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me |
| But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody |
| I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody |
| I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody |
| But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga |
| I’m drunk off Hennessy |
| Hope I don’t run into my enemies |
| That dark liquor give you energy |
| Now I ain’t rich, but I’m finna be |
| Your baby mama’s a flip, she wanna hit a G |
| I’m back on that bullshit |
| But she ain’t fuckin' and that’s bullshit |
| I can’t die, I got too much to live for |
| I’m getting money, that’s what niggas rob and kill for |
| Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha |
| But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass |
| All my homies gangbangers |
| They dry their clothes on hangers |
| All these hoes fuckin', but they don’t wanna seem like a ho |
| So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!) |
| West side, get money gang |
| Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings |
| Nigga, I’m from Hoover Street |
| Dirty pictures in my cellphone |
| On 52nd street I’m well-known |
| Hoover stomp until the cops come |
| Silver satin get the job done |
| Money ain’t everything, but still I’m rich |
| Money ain’t everything, I’m still gon' crip |
| From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips |
| We break on jaws, niggas since VCR’s, nigga |
| We hope out cars, nigga |
| I be groovin' 'til I die |
| Smokin' weed until I’m fried |
| I could sell a key to God |
| Pants saggin' with the Glock |
| I ain’t wanna pick the box |
| All my homies gangbangers |
| We keep a thumb between our two fingers |
| We trippin' off the Henny |
| So don’t let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky |
| Nigga, I’m from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic |
| Gang bang, slap a bitch |
| I ain’t with the extras, I ain’t got a stunt double |
| You ain’t got no hands so they might let the gun touch you |
| Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga? |
| You a fax machine, we can’t call it, nigga |
| Everybody ain’t a friend, reason why I keep a fo' |
| You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga |
| She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it |
| And if she give me that back, bitch, I’ma break it |
| Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas’ll chase it |
| She acting like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin' |
| You fightin' to save many souls, know that you losin' |
| These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin' |
| YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging? |
| Shouldn’t have chunked his fingers up if he ain’t bangin' |
| I’m sayin'… |
| But I’ll beat the fuck out of a bitch |
| Why you bullshitting? |