Mick jenkins - Cry if you want (fyp)

Ay fuck your party
Ay fuck your party
Fuck your party
Fuck your party
And yo, party on my own shit
Probably leavin' early on some grown shit
Lil' baby, lil' booty got the force
And of course, 30 of the same niggas come up short
This some attack of the clones shit
Lady, I'm no jedi with these red eyes
I've been squinting to see
Something better, your addition makes no difference to we
Got my woman, you can bet I don't got bitches with me
I'm like popeye off this spinach
I need feta, I need cheddar
What I don't need is these niggas trying to whisper to me
When the music is loud, while I'm twisting this tree
And don't go fixing your lips to kick up no fiction or script
We well equipped for the friction, you talkin slick you should quit it
My nigga give me some space
This ain't the time or the place
I'm trying to catch me a vibe
How come you all in my face

Man, fuck your party
Fuck your party
Fuck your party
Ay, fuck your party
And yo, party on my own shit
Probably leaving early on some grown shit
Man, fuck your party
Fuck your party
Fuck your party
Ay, fuck your party
And yo, party on my own shit
Probably leaving early on some grown shit

Niggas in here mobbin' on some clone shit
Niggas in here ashy, need some lotion
I move with oceans, they know I swim good
I'm poured up, this water potent
They know I sip good
I sin bad, I try to tip good
I'm growing, still loaded
Uploading, upgrading
Upholding these statments
I'm focused, I'm smoking


I might blow a whole zone in this mother fucker
I might blow the ozone in this mother fucker (loud)
I might blow a whole zone in this mother fucker
I might
I might blow the ozone in this mother fucker
I might blow a whole zone

Ay fuck your party
Fuck your party
Ay fuck your party
Ay fuck your party
And yo, party on my own shit
Probably leaving early on some grown shit
Ay fuck your party
Fuck your party
Ay fuck your party
Ay fuck your party
And yo, party on my own shit
Probably leaving early on some grown shit

Like fuck your suare
Your get together, your kick back
We not gon' parlay
Fuck your pregame
Fuck your dress code my nigga
This how we hang

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