Duke Deuce, Mike Dimes - WHERE THE PARTY AT? lyrics
[Duke Deuce, Mike Dimes - WHERE THE PARTY AT? lyrics]
I got rips up in these denim jeans like
Got that bass, I never shot your mans
I gotta get paid
Who is you askin' questions
Second guessin'? You get shot
(yeah, Mike Dimes, nigga, uh, uh)
Spent a cool couple racks to get me icy (Icy)
And I'm like, "Ooh
I see why they wanna fight me"
Baby girl, you was just my hoe
You ain't my wifey in my world
I got lotta bitches wantin' Mike D
(Okay) , here we go
I'ma spend a couple hunnid bucks
To get Camp Billy up (On gang)
I'm fuckin' up the industry, ten
Mill' without a dealie, bruh
Lately I been sober
I ain't tryna fuck the vision up (Nah)
So money is the mission, the respect
I did not give a fuck
Like, ooh, "Who this nigga
Bruh?" Huh? Please don't talk to me
Ben Franklin, call me Michael
You ain't him, call me properly
Mucho dinero got me eatin'
On steak and broccoli (On gang)
Don't tell my homie about your
Music, that shit ain't knockin', g
Mike Dimes turn a simple party to a anthem
Ransom, niggas hear my shit and
Put they hands up bands up
Everything I say gon' get my bands up
I get it crackin' off
Instrumentals in the stand, yeah
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers
Shot callers
Where the party at? (Uh, ayy, ayy)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers
Real niggas (What the fuck?)
Where the party at? Where the party at
Nigga? Ayy (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, it ain't a party 'til
White bitches flashin' their titties (Huh?)
I'm crackin' up off that Red Bull with
That Martell mixed up in it
(With that Martell mixed up in it, what? Ayy)
What? (Huh?) What? Got me moshin' on you bitches (Mosh)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, security comin', calm down)
Fuck security, bitch, we trippin'
Tryna sleep up on the king, hoe
I'm what the game been missin' (Ayy, ayy)
Most you rappers watchin' me
They bite my style but never mention (Grr)
Hardest nigga out my city but
They sleep because I'm different
(I'm different)
And I'ma keep on stompin' on your
Bitches 'til they feel me (What?)
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers
Shot callers (What?)
Where the party at?
(Uh, where it's at? What?)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers
Real niggas (Huh)
Where the party at?
(Huh) Where the party at, nigga?
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(What?) Bitch, where the party at? (Hoe)
What the fuck?
Got that bass, I never shot your mans
I gotta get paid
Who is you askin' questions
Second guessin'? You get shot
(yeah, Mike Dimes, nigga, uh, uh)
Spent a cool couple racks to get me icy (Icy)
And I'm like, "Ooh
I see why they wanna fight me"
Baby girl, you was just my hoe
You ain't my wifey in my world
I got lotta bitches wantin' Mike D
(Okay) , here we go
I'ma spend a couple hunnid bucks
To get Camp Billy up (On gang)
I'm fuckin' up the industry, ten
Mill' without a dealie, bruh
Lately I been sober
I ain't tryna fuck the vision up (Nah)
So money is the mission, the respect
I did not give a fuck
Like, ooh, "Who this nigga
Bruh?" Huh? Please don't talk to me
Ben Franklin, call me Michael
You ain't him, call me properly
Mucho dinero got me eatin'
On steak and broccoli (On gang)
Don't tell my homie about your
Music, that shit ain't knockin', g
Mike Dimes turn a simple party to a anthem
Ransom, niggas hear my shit and
Put they hands up bands up
Everything I say gon' get my bands up
I get it crackin' off
Instrumentals in the stand, yeah
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers
Shot callers
Where the party at? (Uh, ayy, ayy)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers
Real niggas (What the fuck?)
Where the party at? Where the party at
Nigga? Ayy (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, it ain't a party 'til
White bitches flashin' their titties (Huh?)
I'm crackin' up off that Red Bull with
That Martell mixed up in it
(With that Martell mixed up in it, what? Ayy)
What? (Huh?) What? Got me moshin' on you bitches (Mosh)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, security comin', calm down)
Fuck security, bitch, we trippin'
Tryna sleep up on the king, hoe
I'm what the game been missin' (Ayy, ayy)
Most you rappers watchin' me
They bite my style but never mention (Grr)
Hardest nigga out my city but
They sleep because I'm different
(I'm different)
And I'ma keep on stompin' on your
Bitches 'til they feel me (What?)
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers
Shot callers (What?)
Where the party at?
(Uh, where it's at? What?)
Head knockers, pill poppers, show stoppers
Real niggas (Huh)
Where the party at?
(Huh) Where the party at, nigga?
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(Huh?) Where the party at? (What?)
Where the party at?
(What?) Bitch, where the party at? (Hoe)
What the fuck?