Welcome to the Party

E-Wok and Beezy (
This is a Melo beat) Queens Baby,
welcome to the party (uh) I'm off the Molly, the Xan,
the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded (that's why I'm movin'
retarded) Baby, welcome to the party,
uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a '
Rari Baby, welcome to the party Bitch, I'm a thot,
get me lit (get me lit) Gun on my hip (gun on my hip) One in the head
(one in the head) Ten in the clip (ten in the clip) Baby, baby,
don't trip (baby,
don't trip) Just lower your tone (lower your tone) '
Cause you could get hit It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black '
Bach We never lack, lack with that strap (ooh) I'ma drive through but
if you back back It's gon' clap clap and that's that I never tap tap
if I don't like a ho You act act like you like her though Never
backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you Can't sit with us but you might
get go All my pretty bitches,
high saditty bitches Got a milli' bitches on go All these silly
bitches, I'ma kill these bitches Yo Pop,
who the f*ck want smoke? (brr) Keep-keep it real, you really mad '
Cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh) I ain't f*ck him
'cause I ain't want him Told him,
take a hike like a hiker though Fendi moon boots,
size six Got me walking around like I'm Michael though (yeah) Paint
my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo Baby,
welcome to the party (uh) Colorful weave and your
makeup is beat And that's how you act just like a Barbie (
Barbie) Baby, welcome to the party,
uh He wanna party with Barbie (ooh) It's a big 092MLBOA (uh),
I make a call and it's war I bet I kick down the door,
I bet I send him to the Lord,
uh Got a bad bitch from overseas Got a 10 pack in my jeans,
I'm in Manhattan in these stores,
uh Don't try and run up on my V I knock a nigga out his sneaks while
I'm shellin' down his V, uh Double G for the tee No Alicia,
I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese Neno cooler then cooler,
he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing,
uh Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin' .
380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing
(glit) Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah he runnin' Baby,
welcome to the party (glit) I'm off the Molly, the Xan,
the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded (that's why I'm movin'
retarded) Baby, welcome to the party,
uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a '
Rari Baby, welcome to the party (look) Bitch, I'm a thot,
get me lit (get me lit) Gun on my hip (gun on my hip) One in the head
(one in the head) Ten in the clip (ten in the clip) Baby,
baby, don't trip Just lower your tone (lower your tone) '
Cause you could get hit