My Type Of Party lyrics

by

Drake


'Glomerate, n*gga
Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same
This our type of party, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin', like...
J-Doe!
These b*tches actin' out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, n*gga
Yeah
Spill it
Check it
It's my type of party
Scratch it up
Quiet Storm, me and T, n*gga
It's Strong Island, I'm Neo
Run the jungle with Leos
Blunted but I keep C notes
Kill n*ggas in trios
Smoke weed with my PO
Pop mollys with Geo
F*ck b*tches with Tyga
And I get money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don't trust these b*tches
Carryin' monsters like they Cody
Say I'm trill if they know me
Sue woo to my homies
Saint Ives bottle in my hand
But I'm in the club carrying that 40
Came with b*tches that's bocky
Know they bad, so they c*cky
Struttin' hard through that lobby
Headed outside to ride my Bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these b*tches all horny
And I was foamin like Roddie
So I pulled it out and let the b*tch blow me
Get my jewelry from Jacob
I don't shop at Benny's
Chain yellow and red
sh*t looks like at Wendy's
Money stacks, I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi
In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry
Cooking that work up like it's Denny's
Your girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
Twenty b*tches in the lobby
There's plenty b*tches in my lobby
And they all drinkin', they smokin'
This my type of party
b*tch we bubble like soda
Sellin' these verses like coca
b*tch respect my persona
Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma
What's poppin'? Slam, okra
Twistin' it good like yoga
Kiss your b*tch then I stroke her
They complain 'cause I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat kosher
Blackout, break a n*gga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like I was pneumonia
I like your chain but it's a loaner
Can't talk to me, n*gga hold up
Short breath n*gga, I'm a grownup
See the space shuttle when a n*gga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It's must a n*gga bust that ass
In disgust the way you lust that trash
While we in the club and now we got it on smash
Smashin' every arena
International Visa
When I'm done a n*gga need FEMA
Can't breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table, zebra
Sniff coke, become another creature
Tiptoeing on top of the speaker
b*tch, strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
F*ck you n*ggas, I'm sorry
With my caviar and my coffee
b*tch this my type of party
Bad hoe in my place
Stacked with a nice body
She just talkin' 'bout f*ckin'
That's my type of party
Twenty hoes tryin' to call me
It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me
And n*ggas tryin' to be next
That's my type of party, okay
Ridin' round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation
My b*tch look amazing
Your b*tches look basic
Hear your sh*t and change stations
My style is looking like greatness
Your swag need some donations (hold up)
Shout out to my boy Dom
LA n*ggas, we on
Tyga, Problem & Kendrick
Game & YG let's get it
I'm killin' the verse with no problem
Don't rehearse and don't write 'em
I just mob in that booth
Whatever I do sound awesome
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