This the life of the party, um-um
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Every day, life a new game
And I don't know if I'ma win or lose, like this bet I just placed
And I ain't running from shit, but every girl who name start with a K
My potna in a merc, now he in a scat Yeah, keep grinding nigga, that's all that it take
(I got a cup filled with dirty drink)
Me and Cuh thuggin in the Black Cat, boy, I miss them days
Can't find chemistry with his baby mama told my potna keep his composure
She like, damn, you done really moved on Baby, I wasn't playing when I told you
Last night, was my last time holding you
Don't need nothing from you the same shit you did, these drugs do, yeah
They laugh at my feelings like I ain't no human being
My grandma funeral, I couldn't feel nothing, had a body full of lean
First day of school, all a nigga wanted was Jordan on his feet
Graduated school, all a nigga wanted to hear was my daddy say he proud of me
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my last bitch, and found a better one, this shit wasn't planned
I ain't making this shit up, yeah I can't make this shit up
Taylor Poit got me f*cked up, loudest nigga in the room
Be the first one to get touched up,
This the life of the party, um-um
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my bitch and got a better one, this shit wasn't planned
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
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This the life of the party, um-um
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Every day, life a new game
And I don't know if I'ma win or lose, like this bet I just placed
And I ain't running from shit, but every girl who name start with a K
My potna in a merc, now he in a scat Yeah, keep grinding nigga, that's all that it take
(I got a cup filled with dirty drink)
Me and Cuh thuggin in the Black Cat, boy, I miss them days
Can't find chemistry with his baby mama told my potna keep his composure
She like, damn, you done really moved on Baby, I wasn't playing when I told you
Last night, was my last time holding you
Don't need nothing from you the same shit you did, these drugs do, yeah
They laugh at my feelings like I ain't no human being
My grandma funeral, I couldn't feel nothing, had a body full of lean
First day of school, all a nigga wanted was Jordan on his feet
Graduated school, all a nigga wanted to hear was my daddy say he proud of me
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my last bitch, and found a better one, this shit wasn't planned
I ain't making this shit up, yeah I can't make this shit up
Taylor Poit got me f*cked up, loudest nigga in the room
Be the first one to get touched up,
This the life of the party, um-um
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my bitch and got a better one, this shit wasn't planned
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Every day, life a new game
And I don't know if I'ma win or lose, like this bet I just placed
And I ain't running from shit, but every girl who name start with a K
My potna in a merc, now he in a scat Yeah, keep grinding nigga, that's all that it take
(I got a cup filled with dirty drink)
Me and Cuh thuggin in the Black Cat, boy, I miss them days
Can't find chemistry with his baby mama told my potna keep his composure
She like, damn, you done really moved on Baby, I wasn't playing when I told you
Last night, was my last time holding you
Don't need nothing from you the same shit you did, these drugs do, yeah
They laugh at my feelings like I ain't no human being
My grandma funeral, I couldn't feel nothing, had a body full of lean
First day of school, all a nigga wanted was Jordan on his feet
Graduated school, all a nigga wanted to hear was my daddy say he proud of me
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my last bitch, and found a better one, this shit wasn't planned
I ain't making this shit up, yeah I can't make this shit up
Taylor Poit got me f*cked up, loudest nigga in the room
Be the first one to get touched up,
This the life of the party, um-um
She call me Santa Claus cause I don't buy her shit when she's naughty
When it's time to pop out, I call 1K
But when I need a brother, a shorter to lean on, I call Dashaire
I do this shit for Mama Lur, I do this shit for Lurlene
And I was so broke, I couldn't afford a million-dollar dream
Now it's 4,000 a piece for my earring
Mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I'm on cloud nine, I'm on cloud ten
That's my day one, nigga, that's my right hand
I got racks in the bank and some in rubber bands
I lost my bitch and got a better one, this shit wasn't planned
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
This shit wasn't planned, I can't make it up
This Taylor Poit got me f*cked up
Writer: Dayveon Sanders
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