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Grove St. Party (feat. Kebo Gotti) (Amended Album Version)

Waka Flocka Flame1 Oct 2010

Grove St. Party (feat. Kebo Gotti) (Amended Album Version) Lyrics


Grove St. Party (Amended Album Version) - Waka Flocka Flame

Grovvvvvve Streeeeettttt FLOCKA




I gotta a whole lot of money b**ches count it for me

Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin


It's a party it's a party it's a party (2x)


My partner on a pill my other partner drunk rolled up the lot I'm trying to get f**ked up


It's a party it's a party it's a party (2x)


I step in the club rollin on that loud sh*t


My w**d keep your security saying be quiet


My bread startin a riot your girl's getting excited


Hold on wanna try it I'm like why not try it

My swag they wanna buy it my juice they wanna try it

Club going stupid when I Oh Lets do it

Chu ain't gotta chew it juking and she moving

Grove street villain ni**a who you killin

Broke two years ago now I'm worth a million


Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin


You know that I'm rollin

Throwing up the mean bread


Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater



Kebo Gotti


A party ain't a party til I walk in it

Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen


Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted


Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin'


I'm rollin like a mothaf**ka I'm a roll out in this motherf**ker

Ima Roscoe Dash it Ima bout to show out in this mothaf**ka


My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothaf**ka

Ay Flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothaf**ka

Ay mothaf**ka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad

No that shouldn't be an option so

Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go

This is Grove Street party safe niggas hit the exit door



Waka Flocka Flame

Rollin on them leaves you can do the lean


Blowing on that loud perp pass that Bobby Brown back

The hood got my f**king back the streets I'm not duckin' that

Please step the f**k back Grove Street yes we are back


Hood plus I'm a n****r rich every ghetto feeling this

20 on my right wrist 30 on my left wrist 100 on my neck iced out for my respect

20 f**king 10 Ima blow the whole check


In the club flex after party flex

You know how we ball all I know is ball


Every dollar in my pocket Ima spend it all

When a ni**a die they gon' say shawty raw



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