Grove St. Party Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Lil B)
Mixtape: Sorry 4 The Wait
Year: 2011

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[Intro – Lil Wayne]

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I got a whole lot of money
Pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper
He’ll bang it at a copper, ay
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 I 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 creature
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 thing its sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming
Boy we get it popping, we ain’t saving hoes, we swapping, yeahh
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
Big head Desert Eagle, call it Sade
I just get that money, Stunna taught me that
The zan took me under, patron brought me back
I’m leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat, haa
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 Mary P, 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 got nothing in mind
Carter IV, they ain’t fucking with mine
I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait to make up for the time

[Verse 2 – Lil B]
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
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch it’s Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I’ll graze ’em
Pretty 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 that shiny pants mane
I’m on BasedWorld and I fuck with Cash Money niggas
Don’t understand man, the game like a chain man
Woo woo! swag, bitch, brang-dang-dang man
Bro off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter
Man my life just a painting
And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it, a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music, yeah bitch I just do’s it
It’s Lil B and I’ll motherfuckin’ prove it
We runnin’

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