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Meek Mill - House Party (Remix) ft. Fabolous, Wale & Mac Miller (Dream Chasers 2)
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Wale
Vocals
Fabolous
Vocals
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Tucker
Composer
Christopher Ries
Lyrics
Jermaine Preyan
Composer
Maurice Jordan
Composer
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beat Bully
Producer
Lyrics
Aye Meek Milly
Is my **** there? (Yeah)
Is there some bitches there? (Yeah)
Is that Ciroc there? (Yeah)
(Woo, woo)
Well, let's go
I tell her meet me in the bathroom
Hold up, better yet, my bedroom
I call that my VIP
Fuck a bad bitch, get some head room
If I score and her girlfriend
I'm callin' it And-1
If I murder that from the back
I'm callin' it redrum (Redrum)
(Gangstaz, Gangstaz)
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes to my left
I see bad hoes to my right
And they like shots, shots
Shots, shots
Loso, bringin' by Ciroc
Mac gon' bring some OG
And we gonna party, la-di-da
Wale said he on his way (Wale)
With Black Cobain and BOA (What's up?)
MMG, we in this bitch, we ballin' hard
No, we don't play (Switch)
We stackin' chips like Frito Lay
Flexin' on these muhfuckers
I walk in the buildin' and I'm fresher than the muhfucker
(Muhfucker)
Shawty bad (Shawty bad)
Yeah, she a star (She a star)
I tell her bring it back like a DVR (DVR)
Ain't nobody leavin' (Nah)
'Cause we too far
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR
Ciroc all on my table (Ciroc)
Bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door
What you tryna get into?
Only me and my ****
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin'
All in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party (Party)
I see one big room
Full of real **** (Aah)
Bunch of bad bitches (Whoa)
And some chill liquor (Whoa)
Crib out in Bel-Air
No uncle Phil ****
So I take 'em in the basement
And yeah, I feel Tigga
I don't hear **** corny raps
Yeah, I feel jigga
You lil' **** do whatever make you feel bigger
Everytime I'm around y'all
Somethin''s a little fishy
I smell, I smell
I smell pussy
What's your name?
Where you from?
Almost done with interview
I'm into havin' intercourse
Is that somethin' that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so
Baby bro', fix me up
Real house party shit
Now hold up your Dixie cup (Get 'em up)
With your other hand
Do me a fuckin' favor (Put 'em up)
Put your middle finger up and say fuck the neighbors
(Fuck the neighbors)
And fuck the haters (And fuck the haters)
They never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private (Woo)
Who fly more than me?
My level is pilot (Woo)
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet (Ice)
Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on
I do you like kid and whoop yo' ass when you get home, boy
Welcome to my house party, party (Party)
Welcome to my house party, party
(Aye Meek, what up?)
Welcome to my house party, party
(Aye crew and Nomadic, what's up?)
Welcome to my house party, party
(Double M G shit, DC)
Hold up, this gon' be one vicious flow
Show me what it's hittin' for
Promise if I kill a pussy
I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe
Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch
She call me her youngin' John
Kick game, ain't on Kelly Bund
I'm fuckin' with plenty Bud
Got a new Lorraine
She got her a Cindy Jones
MMG and we out
Couple blunts, deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down
When bitches always speak you up
Maybach
Bitch, we the winnin' team
How can I illustrate?
You drawlin' if you ain't with me
Ballin' like I'm in that league
Flossin' out, you bitch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V
Y'all gon' be like, "This shit O-D" (Ha-ha)
Mansion party
Yeah, they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience
I promise I keep a condom (Word)
Erry Friday new polish (Word)
Shawty fly but she modest
Double M G money speakin'
Bet you tired of talkin'
Ciroc all on my table
Bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door
(I'ma do this one with a bottle of champagne in my hand)
What you tryna get into?
Only me and my ****
(See if that helps)
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin'
All in my livin' room
(Ugh)
Welcome to my house party
(Party, party)
You only gettin' one shot
I hope your picture take (Take)
Bitch, I'm spittin' on this remix like I'm Kid and Play (Play)
You know I'm gettin' laid like I'm Vincent Chase (Chase)
I'm thinkin' 'Ye should hit me up just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard playa
I enjoy to bank (Bank)
Plus my people smokin' on that pack and noise complaint (Woo)
I murder beats and get away, it's first forty-eight
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place
Twenty racks a night, that's on merchandise (Woo)
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite (Sprite)
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight (Flight)
Walkin' 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy
Gone wild
Everytime I do a show it's like the Pope in town (Town)
And I call my girl Titanic 'cause she go down (Down)
Hope she don't drown (Drown)
Bitch
Welcome to my house party (Party, party)
Welcome to my house party (Party, party)
Welcome to my house party (Party, party)
Welcome to my house party (Party, party)
Ciroc all on my table
Bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door
What you tryna get into?
Only me and my ****
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin'
All up in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party
(Party, party, party, party, party...)
Written by: Anthony Tucker, Christopher Ries, Kenoe, Mack Maine, Meek Mill
