PARTYNEXTDOOR – English Lyrics

• By: PARTYNEXTDOOR
• Album: PARTYNEXTDOOR

Lyrics & Translation

Immerse yourself in the introspective world of PARTYNEXTDOOR, where smooth R&B meets innovative sounds. Discover how his unique blend of genres and emotionally charged lyrics create a captivating exploration of modern love and personal experiences, offering a glimpse into the artistry that defines contemporary R&B.

[English]

Yeah

This is saga at a sunset

Marijuana in the complex

Sippin Henny 'cause my heart's frozen

Stunnin' shadies 'cause we always rollin'

Fuck all bitches, fuck all niggas too

Fuck all niggas, what I got to lose?

Mix my drink with some lime

Just to buy me some time

Then I'm spendin' it all on you

Yeah

You know me very well

Yeah

Coldest I ever told you

Yeah

It's only time will tell

How we do this, oh

When the music is playin' and your heart starts jumpin'

And your head keeps spinnin' 'cause the bass keeps thumpin'

And it's 2 AM and you just reached your all time

High, high

Welcome to the party

Welcome, baby, welcome, welcome, welcome

Welcome, baby, welcome, welcome

Welcome to the party

Welcome, baby, welcome, welcome

Oh, no, no

Welcome, baby, welcome to

Shawty a killer

Come straight from Manila

Shawty a dealer

A mama, her daddy a pimp

Pop up a pin

'Cause in a killer

Shawty's my nigga

But my bitch vanilla

Okay

Cool in the scene

She knew that to a T

But that is not what it is, baby, so I hold it down

Talk here ain't cheap

But it's on the budget, baby

I dick-

And that's worth to the public

Okay

Talk here ain't cheap

Girl, this what I do

I dick you, I dick you

And that's worth to the crew

She knew that to a T

She knew that to a T

But that is not what it is, baby, so I hold it down

Find a plane ticket come right now

South Beach 'til the sun go down

South Street 'til the sun roll down

South Street 'til the sun roll down

Gucci, that's Gucci, that's Gucci

Yeah

She used to wear a baby phat

Yeah

Got a budget on your ass, though

So she let me bust it on your ass, though

On your ass, though

Hit the clap, that's the instrumental

That's right

'Cause your ass is so instrumental

You just gas, let me push the pedal

Every time I lay a pipe she has to taste for edible

Baby girl, yeah, you should be a rockstar

Lay that pussy out, car

Fuck me on his sportscar

Leave you tapped down and felt up, but you knew that

You don't know what to do

You don't know how to act

So we act

Just relax

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