I Just Wanna Party Lyrics - My Krazy Life - Yg

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 lick will 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 fucking 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 fucking, 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, different money game 

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Socked the mouth for tripping, 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 [?] where we sock on lips 

We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga 

We hope out cars, nigga 

I be groovin' till 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 

Photos 

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 banging or you balling, 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'mma break it 

Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it 

She acting like she be nutting, some bitches are faking 

You fighting to save many souls, know that you losing 

These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozing 

YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging? 

Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't banging 

I'm ashamed