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Smoke Dza - Personal Party ft. Curren$y (prod by v.don & beat butcha)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Pompey
Sean Pompey
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, right?
Flying down the West Side
Joint in my ear
One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear
In thin air, feeling untouchable
Tommy Bond, sincere, you think I give a fuck about a red light?
**** can't do it, so they dead tight
Hatin' on a young slick **** that's gettin' it
Fly shit, I've mastered it
Nothin' like your average
Cookies patch rugby bucket low like Parrish Smith
[Verse 2]
A **** got to eat, paraphernalia in my boxer briefs
Since Monopoly, I need property
I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames
Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the game
Watch ****'s lives flush down the drain
The results are not playin' they lane
[Verse 3]
Old head asked, "Dza, you in it for the money or fame?"
I said "I'm in it for the legacy, triple my change"
[Verse 4]
(Right?) ****, minus the bull, life is great
Super high, outer space
Mind blown, got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
It's a personal party
[Verse 5]
Ugh, light up at your own pace
'Cause it's a personal party
Ugh, I'm takin' this one to the face
It's a personal party
[Verse 6]
Ugh, too hard for paper
Write these rhymes on a steel plate
His words hold weight, ****
Spitta from El Sábado to the El Rey
Jet Life on the Billboard, never forget that day
[Verse 7]
Man, everything goin' just as planned
My driver rollin' up at the airport 'cause I'm finna land
My girl at my hideout cheffin' up
She hear that door slam, that pussy wettin' up as I'm steppin' up
She rippin' off her clothes for Spitta to tear it up
Now homie, is it clear enough?
I say "Get money, fuck bitches"
'Cause I get money, them bitches wanna fuck
Is it clear enough? Homie, is it adding up?
[Verse 8]
Right? Minus the bull, life is great
Super high, outer space
Mind blown, got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
It's a personal party
[Verse 9]
Ugh, light up at your own pace
'Cause it's a personal party
Ugh, I'm takin' this one to the face (Pause)
It's a personal party
[Verse 10]
Right, levitatin' on V Don beat
Get well soon, Kush, godspeed
Got these **** sick, take a long Z's
Matter of fact, this one's on me
[Verse 11]
For everybody that I lost this year
No love was due, this one's for you
Indecisive, I got choices
Voice of the voiceless
I speak for the unheard, ain't got to say one word
I got you
[Verse 12]
Be a fake ****, not to
Nobody keep it real like I do
Everybody's playin' this game of survival
Do or die, **** don't abide by rules
[Verse 13]
It's a cold world
Ain't nothin' else to do but pray
Little **** got shot in the mouth
Broad day, yesterday
Life, what it's worth to you?
Question deep enough for me to light a personal
Dza, Dza, Dza, Dza
Written by: Sean Pompey, Shante Franklin

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