Yelawolf, B.o.B - It's A Party lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, B.o.B - It's A Party lyrics]
We’re gonna move from Yami, Miami to atlanti
All the way to Bami
Its Yelawolf, Catfish Billy
Featuring none other
Than the greatest, Jim Johnson, boB
Mixtape for you bitches!
It’s BoB and Yeller
And this here is my feller
From Bama to Decatur
We slamming posing players
Those sounds are fucking haters
I see 'em on the ground
They get chopped up like a grass blade
When the lawn mowers running out
Get weed eated, mistreated
This heat with this MC
It is a blessing to behold
So hold this Bible, hoe!
Out of control, out of my head
And when I roll up out of my bed
I could put a bitch on total freeze
When I give her my morning breath
That's right hooker, get the up out of here
You ain't gotta love me
Just get hell up and get me a beer
(Another beer) we're drunk
Jim Johnson put more in the trunk
Let it bump, 12 inch thump
Pulling up to the southern club
It's a party oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Its Bo-bizzle in this bitch
Somebody roll up a spliff
I got a big ol' bottle baby
Come here here and get you a sip
Somebody must have told that girl that
I be digging thick hips
And God must like big booties too
Or else they wouldn't exist
Now somebody tell me what in the hell
Im gonna do with all that ass
I seen this girl she looked kinda cute
So i gave her 20 in cash
She winked her eye, she sat me down
She said "now just relax"
I said "you'll have to stand with that
If you dance you'll break my lap"
Damn, that thing can't be real, can it?
Got a nigga speaking Spanish
Like no hablo English
Girl i ain't complaining
I'll keep making payments
If you keep that thing swanging by my way
Damn it
It's a party oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
All the way to Bami
Its Yelawolf, Catfish Billy
Featuring none other
Than the greatest, Jim Johnson, boB
Mixtape for you bitches!
It’s BoB and Yeller
And this here is my feller
From Bama to Decatur
We slamming posing players
Those sounds are fucking haters
I see 'em on the ground
They get chopped up like a grass blade
When the lawn mowers running out
Get weed eated, mistreated
This heat with this MC
It is a blessing to behold
So hold this Bible, hoe!
Out of control, out of my head
And when I roll up out of my bed
I could put a bitch on total freeze
When I give her my morning breath
That's right hooker, get the up out of here
You ain't gotta love me
Just get hell up and get me a beer
(Another beer) we're drunk
Jim Johnson put more in the trunk
Let it bump, 12 inch thump
Pulling up to the southern club
It's a party oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Its Bo-bizzle in this bitch
Somebody roll up a spliff
I got a big ol' bottle baby
Come here here and get you a sip
Somebody must have told that girl that
I be digging thick hips
And God must like big booties too
Or else they wouldn't exist
Now somebody tell me what in the hell
Im gonna do with all that ass
I seen this girl she looked kinda cute
So i gave her 20 in cash
She winked her eye, she sat me down
She said "now just relax"
I said "you'll have to stand with that
If you dance you'll break my lap"
Damn, that thing can't be real, can it?
Got a nigga speaking Spanish
Like no hablo English
Girl i ain't complaining
I'll keep making payments
If you keep that thing swanging by my way
Damn it
It's a party oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)
Oh oh oh oh (It's a party)