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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Buddy
Performer
Kent Jamz
Kent Jamz
Performer
Oak Felder
Oak Felder
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims
Simmie Sims
Composer
Khalid Muhammed
Khalid Muhammed
Composer
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Composer
Warren Okay Felder
Warren Okay Felder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Oak
Oak
Producer
Patrick ‘MixedByTheBest’ Rosario
Mixing Engineer
Oscar Linnander
Oscar Linnander
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit-Boy
[Instrumental]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I know you probably gonna leave with me
But for now (Yeah), let's just kick it at my house party (Uh, look)
I brought the ghetto to the party (Uh, yeah)
Your boyfriend looking jelly 'cause you been on me
I know (Yeah) you probably gonna leave with me
He knows (Yeah), we can kick it at my house party, house party (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
Bend it over, baby, drop it like it's hot
I came from Compton with all my partners, we walkin' in the spot
Hard to decide between all the models
If you ready to party, tryna leave with somebody, take a shot
Faded every evening and we made it to the weekend
All the ladies that I lay with call me "baby" for a reason
Caught creeping in the bathroom freaking
Our secret, we can keep it low
We got weed in the living room, liquor in the kitchen
Couple women in the swimming pool goin' skinny dipping
Henny-sippin', psychedelics got me tripping
Next weekend we gon' do it all over again
[Chorus]
I know you probably gonna leave with me
But for now (Yeah), let's just kick it at my house party (Uh, look)
I brought the ghetto to the party (Uh, yeah)
Your boyfriend looking jelly 'cause you been on me
I know (Yeah) you probably gonna leave with me
He knows (Yeah), we can kick it at my house party, house party
[Verse 2]
Smelling like kush cologne
Popping champagne like I won a gold medal
Stumble to the function with the homies from the ghetto
Party ain't stopping 'til the cops come knockin', **** (Hell nah)
It's going up
This ain't your mama house, nah, this ain't the club
The music hella loud, waking neighbors up
We all up in the house party like, "What? What? What?"
Drop, she make that booty drop
Faded after two shots, taking off her tube top
I got a fat knot stuffed inside my tube sock
When I hear that beat knock, they couldn't pay me to stop
[Chorus]
I know you probably gonna leave with me
But for now (Yeah), let's just kick it at my house party (Uh, look)
I brought the ghetto to the party (Uh, yeah)
Your boyfriend looking jelly 'cause you been on me
I know (Yeah) you probably gonna leave with me
He knows (Yeah), we can kick it at my house party, house party
[Outro]
I see my OGs two-step, two-step, two-step
I see my mom and dad two-step, two-step, two-steppin'
And everybody havin' fun, ain't nobody brought a gun
So I'ma try my luck in the house party
Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Khalid Muhammed, Simmie Sims, Warren Okay Felder
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