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"Party Over"
[feat. Rah Digga]

[Lloyd Banks:]
If ya keep giving that same stare
I'm a pull the trey out like the back of a airplane chair
Yeah, I'm popping off twice tonight
I put a bitch out faster than a Tyson fight
My ears glow in the dark, my ice is bright
Gotta pocket full of green and my nikes is white
As soon as I walk on the floor they stop me
Anywhere from the door they spot me, I'm always rocky
You regulars here you always sloppy
And I'm always flashy when they call they ask me
Things like
Would ya date on number 3
Bitch, why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me, me
In the club cris popping with flipmode
I smoke about a ziplock every zip code
And I don't leave out the club without the rubber
Cause ya gon get burnt 1 way or the other

[Rah Digga:]
Nigga digga wear ice when I take the stand
For a chick like saw with sean and beanie man
Turn the cat first single into my white label
Better call ascap maybe they might pay you
In the hood, no question who work the best
Connect for everything from jewels to perkasets
Shorty surf the net spots in up north
That I'll turn a snowboard into a 4 door
Post up in v.I. bougie bitch
Cats coming both sides like excuse me miss
Cept they my name, know how I swing
Rhyme like ea sports how I knock out teams
Bitch oh he gon catch you up at 40
Coming and he dodge like he know me
Rah spazz, hell yeah I gas
Make it clap like busta and I don't mean ass

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Rah Digga]

[Lloyd Banks:]
Chicks with all they tits out (party over here)
Cats with all they clips out) party over here)
What time is it (he ain't say for sure club packed and there's still more heads at the door)

Coming all from up north (party over here)
If ya riding downtown (party over here)
(Uh shake ya ass 180 in the dash
Come 1 come all y'all

[Lloyd Banks:]
The way things looking blood might spill
Cause this dumb ass nigga paid 40 dollars to come in his ice grill
Me I'm in the back higher than a light bill
Chick grinding on the kid high off a white pill
I'm triyna get a lil played in her mouth
You ain't tryna conversate you shoulda stayed in the house
We both know, I'm tryna get you laid on the couch
4 o'clock on the dots kids sprayed in your mouth

[Rah Digga:]
Meanwhile I'm the bitch that blaze up an ounce
Looking all decked out with a blade in my pouch
Make me spill my drink get laid the fuck out
Acting like ya don't know hoe much I paid for this blouse
Gotta bitch mob real live short ears
Whip fast and compact like them 5.4's
Staying in watching cnn I think not
I be in the studio then off to the spa


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