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Versuri ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign – DON’T KILL THE PARTY lyrics

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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
(I-I-I—)
Turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank, been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she right for me
But I push up, I park the seat

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Callin’ my bitches then get ‘em undressed
I’m tryna see who pussy the best
I’m tryna see who love me the most
Who gon’ get wet when she give me the throat?
Fuck a good girl, I need me a ho
I know she at clubs, shе love the show
She wanna bе freaky, you cuffed the ho
She hate her nigga, she love the bros
Uh-huh, huh I know that talking is cheap
That nigga’s bout to go beef
Niggas, they watching they home
I’ll kick ‘em back to the streets
Know we outside, it ain’t hard to see
Just like graffiti, we run in the streets
Feel like Tyga put her right on the tee, huh huh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she right for me
But I push up, I park the seat

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Bitches, they follow me (Yeah)
My hoes gon’ fuck for free
Old niggas gotta pay that fee (Yeah)
King niggas, you put an ace on me
Ecstasy, SpaceX on me
Draw a line, no tricks on me
Drop the lace put your face on me
Diamonds chains, got eight on me
Like ah, ah, don’t do that, it tickle
Sickest chain, yeah, my icicle
You and your friend, let me get in the middle
Pink tootsie, got the pink on the swivel
In Miami, she start a whole [prickle?]
New tits, yeah, she play with her nipple
Got the groupies, I’m a solo nigga
I fucked the bitch, free promo, nigga

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear that she right for me
But I push her up, I park the seat

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
She got a new body, flew to Abu Dhabi
Her definition of party, bukkake
Now she literally too cocky
She got that gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, three-thousand
Outside like we don’t need housing
I’m from the Southside, I bring the freak out her
I know you get freaky, I saw what you tweeted
Post then deleted, I already seen it like three, four times
I got your nudes in my archives
Fuck in the studio, sit on my laptop, then back that ass up like a hard drive
High five, I need your heart if I send you the heart eyes
High five, I need your heart if I send you the heart eyes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear that she right for me
But I push her up, I park the seat

Written by: Kanye West / Ty Dolla $ign / Tyga / BNYX® / Lasik (Producer) / 206Derek / Matt Spatola / Mark Williams / Raul Cubina