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Welcome to the Party*

by Lancey Foux

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[Verse]
I just hit New York she told me welcome to the party
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali
Hopping out the 'Rari she wanna fuck me for the car key
I got whole lotta' red ones on the phone with Playboi Carti
It ain't nothing to keep it real, it ain't nothing to never spill
I got killers out in Brooklyn I got killers in Brixton Hill
In the M no attempting weather it's murder or the mills
You can catch me out in Philly fucking with Oogie Mane and Filth
I feel like that hands made to kill, and the chopper got no chill
I can cook up the beat like Pharrell I fuck with the snakes like Kestell
I can still give you greaze like I'm gel, when you see me greet me well
You can strip me down, I still shine, fuck your jeweller, fuck your ice
You can be wrong all the time but come correct on the price, You've been scared all your life, I've been working on dying
Too many hoes black or white, block roll the dice
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got bands in the bed, I beat off the led
I got a bad bitch obsessed I got her boyfriend upset
I should be breaking some bread I'll give off an arm and a leg
I'll only speak if it's said want some advice? talk to Ted

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was in New York she told me welcome to the party
I just hit New York she told me welcome to the party
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian Somali, Ethiopian Somali