D. Jame$ - Where The Party At lyrics

[Verse 1: D. Jame$] Friday night im tipsy tell my girl to hold my keys Gotta translate tho, she came on a boat from overseas My driver chaueffer me while im deep off in her ovaries Head game vicious and her (hey!) smell like potpourri Bunch of pretty girls sittin at my table Gone put your card away tonights already paid for Pop the henny, pop the crown pop, the jame-o Cuervo, she got me takin shots from her navel Flow so sick im surprised i ain't dead yet Coffin up grave stones, think i need bed rest Yon psycho, need to get my head checked Takin shots, somebody get my girl a lead vest! Pay attention to this intricate wizardry They looking for a leader they specifically sent for me You only live once? im kinda seeing it differently Took a bunch acid and had an epiphany Whiskey words slurring fresher than a laudrymat How they get the loud in here, ill let you n***as ponder that So bright trust me i ain't gotta rap But test me i snap back like a starter cap D james independent yeah still reppin Bank on me, the cpa tell me im well invested Hella well connected, did what i expected Fresher than a reverend Smoking on that seventh heaven This here is the bomb I probably should a warned ya I got it from a farmer that i know in california Searching for my lil debbie Betty crocker in versace boxers Feelin better than i look Obnoxious when im rocking Stop it Plus the boy so ruthless Pissed at valet Can you tell me where my coupe is I gotta reputation the ladies tell me im the greatest Laughing at the haters trying to stop me cuz i made it Nudies on my a** All we smoke is gas Kobe on the blunt d jame$ i never pa** Im the leader of the pack Im like first in my cla** Smart guy I don't need brain im tryna smash New girl like the devil in a new dress Young n***a so fly think i flew jets So sick when i spit im the new strep Labels watching trying to see what im'a do next In the lab makin beats till i fall asleep Burner phone cuz the labels keep callin me Voicemail say they heard about my following I'on call back just email my apologies Country grammar still 3 1 4 Apply pressure bethcha we won't fold We next up, yessir yeah we want mo' So high of key singing fi ga ro Hey Where the party at She work out tryna get that body back She look good so she be wherever i be at She kinda shy but that a** so obvious Well Old habits die hard so i sip slow Bad b**h sammitch on the fif flo' New car so clean think i whip blow Elbows we gon' need another zip tho Don't believe in limits We always steamin spinach Millennial militia Flip the switch and then we k** it We countin' up the digits Switch it then we pitch it We make the crowd move n***a all you hear is crickets