Ryan Oakes - BEST PARTY EVER
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{Intro}
Oh my God, did you guys hear about the party? (Wow!)
{Verse 1}
Y'all know my reputation
Spread all my information
How big we 'bout to make this?
So big it'll make me famous
We got the crib, it belong to me
Got a hunnid whips comin' down the street
Now the neighbor's pissed and he's 'bout to freak
So we take a trip and whipped out the keys
Please tell a friend if they comin' through
"Bring a couple friends and a bottle, too"
You ain't heard of me? You ain't tell the truth
'Cause bitch, I'm Ryan, who the fuck are you?
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry
{Interlude}
Oh shit it's–!
Aye, hold up, hold up!
I got this!
I got this, I got this
{Verse 2}
Stand out, let's talk if you could
I got a few calls, they're all from your hood
Not sure what you mean, I'm misunderstood
It's out of control–nah, everything's good
It's only me and a couple friends
Well that's a lie, sir, no offense
But a couple's five, maybe up to ten ??
Well I guess you might need a warrant then
'Cause the volume's down and we overage
Old enough to drink, young enough to rage
So you can hit the road, do it the easy way
Have a good night, sir–hope you get home safe
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry
{Bridge}
Somebody threw up inside of my sink
There's something inside of my drink
I got a bad taste inside of my mouth
I'm going to start kicking everyone out
You're kind of cute–Nevermind
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry
{Intro}
Oh my God, did you guys hear about the party? (Wow!)
{Verse 1}
Y'all know my reputation
Spread all my information
How big we 'bout to make this?
So big it'll make me famous
We got the crib, it belong to me
Got a hunnid whips comin' down the street
Now the neighbor's pissed and he's 'bout to freak
So we take a trip and whipped out the keys
Please tell a friend if they comin' through
"Bring a couple friends and a bottle, too"
You ain't heard of me? You ain't tell the truth
'Cause bitch, I'm Ryan, who the fuck are you?
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry
{Interlude}
Oh shit it's–!
Aye, hold up, hold up!
I got this!
I got this, I got this
{Verse 2}
Stand out, let's talk if you could
I got a few calls, they're all from your hood
Not sure what you mean, I'm misunderstood
It's out of control–nah, everything's good
It's only me and a couple friends
Well that's a lie, sir, no offense
But a couple's five, maybe up to ten ??
Well I guess you might need a warrant then
'Cause the volume's down and we overage
Old enough to drink, young enough to rage
So you can hit the road, do it the easy way
Have a good night, sir–hope you get home safe
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry
{Bridge}
Somebody threw up inside of my sink
There's something inside of my drink
I got a bad taste inside of my mouth
I'm going to start kicking everyone out
You're kind of cute–Nevermind
{Chorus}
Who's (?...) came to party?
Backpack with a grace of (?...)
Two racks and a needy (?...)
(?...) when I hit the parley
Move back, we brought the party
Doucebags in a rented 'Rari
Shoot back all of that Bacardi
You mad that I can't be sorry