Letra de Party N Bullshit - Juelz Santana

(Feat. Jadakiss)

I'm back

Uh, yeah (Ayy)

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

And up off your feet now

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

Get up out your seat now

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar

She wanna order more, I gotta order more

She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more

She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money

Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)

Free El Chapo, R.I.P Pop Smoke

I ain't from the Bronx but I'm on my Benny Bronco

Keep the K flock on me, call me Flaco

Ballin', me and Capo, savage, Randy Macho

Opps, no fucking, hope they die slow

Playin', get your mind blown to another time zone

Don't even speak to me, we on different frequencies

You just a palm boy, me, I got King's Disease

Boys can't compete with me, I'm too elite, you see

I'm a big stepper, don't end up beneath my feet

Yeah, and I go hard with the bucks, I'm Greek the freak

Boy back in red forum, yeah, come and sneak a peek

Yeah, me and 'Kiss greet the mob way cheek to cheek

Bullets gon in and out of niggas, cheek to cheek

Real hitters that know how to creep and be discreet

Still screaming Free Big Meech until they free Big Meech

Who gon' feed the street? Y'all done unleashed the beast

Calling it rap abuse, nigga, I beat the beat (I'm back)

Santana Bandana, the don Jada, two seats of bets back to back

That's all flavor, see the G's with black drip on my Darth Vader

Might bring the black forces out the trunk later

Along with the propane, I'm known to wake up there

Pockets on bandman, my clips on drum major

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

And up off your feet now

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

Get up out your seat now

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar

She wanna order more, I gotta order more

She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more

She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money

Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)

No outsiders, everything in-house

Twenty-seven mil' for the penthouse

Long as the count is correct, the shooters won't get sent out

And I don't live there, it's just a rent-out

Gangsta gentleman but very distinguished

Money that I'm talking might sound like a different language

I ain't going in there unless I can get the gang in

Pardon me, I'm in it unless I can get the thang in

I do what the real do, I see what these pills do

Instagram just made it easier to kill you

Giving 'em all the facts, got the .40 under the hoodie

In the small in my back, couldn't leave the block

'Til I finished all of my cracks, want the baby, see L's

He got all of the packs (Can't feel my face)

Make a nigga let up for full clips, fucking the vibe up

We trying to party and bullshit, what's up?

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

And up off your feet now

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat

Get up out your seat now

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)

Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar

She wanna order more, I gotta order more

She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more

She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money

Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)

Ow! (Yeah, yeah)

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