HOSTIPARTY

[Verse 1: Smokey Wit A Z]
Miami and North Carolina like family yea
In any case yo I'm movin like a steeplechase
With the right female and in detail
Live for the truth that He died in my place
Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with
A prostitute out of the hoods of Cuba was his baby
Love the world baby I was running lately
Nah baby you hit me no I was in lane three
[Verse 2: Re-Re]
Hey what's happenin? How ya doin?
Hey mamita Spanish I'm assuming
I'm on top like a toupée
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
True 2 Chainz I'm on a plane and a boat
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
This where the truth's told use them two holes
And if you like the vibe act like you know
Come see me!
Come see me!
Come see me!
Come see me!
It's the art of rap at the illest form
Got money been had it still gettin' more
I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor
I sit down at the table and make it
Amp No Limit is the label that pays me!
That ADHD crazy, Like that baby
[Verse 3: Dede The King Of Rap]
Ain't That The Truth?
Coming down the avenue
Is the one that leads back to you
Deuce klick and the zou
Hunt down hurt hang and hate the hater
And that's one in the chamber
And tell em hurry up with the paper
Hit me with the major