Grove St. Party Lyrics - 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 

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 a 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 preacher 

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 take a sweeter 

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena 

Them hoes on your money 

Tell them hoes we coming 

Before we get it popping 

We ain't saving hoes, we swapping 

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! 

Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty" 

How'd you get that money? 

Stunna taught me that 

The zan took me under 

Patron brought me back 

I'm leaning on you ma'fuckers 

Like I caught a flat 

And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat 

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? repeat 

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've got nothing in mind 

Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine 

I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait 

To make up for the time 

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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 

Gritty 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 the tiny pants mane 

I'm on BasedWorld and I fuck with cash Money my niggas. 

Don't understand man 

The game like a chain 

Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man 

Off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter 

My life just a painting 

And I paint you a picture, mane 

Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga 

This that stunt music: bitch, I just do's it 

It's Lil B and I'll motherfuckin prove it 

We runnin' 

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