Ken Car$on - Party All Day lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) [Chorus] Yeah Back on my bullsh*t, back on my bull Shawty eat dick up until she get full She just wanna get high, she just want some more zoot She just wanna party all day She don't work and she don't go to school She be in the mall all day Don't buy nothin', she wanna get shoes She ain't fu*kin' with you if you ain't got loot When I was broke, I was lookin' at you Now that I'm rich, I'ma buy her some shoes I'ma fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot I know these ni**as be sweet just likе fruit Put that boy on the plate and you know he gеt chewed [Verse 1] Put that boy on that plate and you know he get chewed Stealin' my swag, yeah, you know he get swooped O-P-I-U-M, you know that my crew ni**as mad they ain't gang, you just mad it ain't you ni**as mad they ain't gang, you just mad it ain't you ni**as talkin' about us, ain't nothin' else to do Say you got them racks, well, I got them racks too Tryna put 'em on me, I'ma put 'em on you I'm fu*kin' these hoes, they comin' in twos I ain't got no number, I kept all my juice Shawty su*kin' my dick up like a JUUL And I dive in your b*tch, she my personal pool She my personal ho, she my garden tool She can't get it from me so she get it from you I can't go out like that, bae, I'm sorry, boo Know your ex mad he lame and you sorry too [Chorus] Yeah Back on my bullsh*t, back on my bull Shawty eat dick up until she get full She just wanna get high, she just want some more zoot She just wanna party all day She don't work and she don't go to school She be in the mall all day Don't buy nothin', she wanna get shoes She ain't fu*kin' with you if you ain't got loot When I was broke, I was lookin' at you Now that I'm rich, I'ma buy her some shoes I'ma fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot I know these ni**as be sweet just like fruit Put that boy on the plate and you know he get chewed [Verse 2] I just fu*ked on your b*tch, I bought her some boots No, these Bottega, they not Christian Loubs How can that boy win? No, how can I lose? I do what I want, I do what I choose I got all these racks, you know they all blue Got hoes in the back like chickens in a coop If you want smoke, we could do what it do We can fight, we can shoot, what you wanna get into? We can fight, we can shoot, what you wanna do? I fu*ked his b*tch, now he mad, we not cool Hit from the back, she screamin', "Ooh" Shawty be wet, she don't need lube She su*kin' me up while I count up my loot 'Cause I'm a real ni**a and you a lame dude Send that b*tch to you when she got attitude And she keep it low-key, she will never tell you [Chorus] Yeah Back on my bullsh*t, back on my bull Shawty eat dick up until she get full She just wanna get high, she just want some more zoot She just wanna party all day She don't work and she don't go to school She be in the mall all day Don't buy nothin', she wanna get shoes She ain't fu*kin' with you if you ain't got loot When I was broke, I was lookin' at you Now that I'm rich, I'ma buy her some shoes I'ma fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot fu*k on that b*tch and I give her the boot I know these ni**as be sweet just like fruit Put that boy on the plate and you know he get chewed