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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Free Party
Free Party
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Quattlebaum
Jermaine Quattlebaum
Lyrics
Mohamed Conteh
Mohamed Conteh
Lyrics
Brandon Rorie
Brandon Rorie
Composer
MANUEL LOUDHNI
MANUEL LOUDHNI
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Quattlebaum
Jermaine Quattlebaum
Producer
Mohamed Conteh
Mohamed Conteh
Producer
2EYEC
2EYEC
Producer
NOLO'S ADDICTION
NOLO'S ADDICTION
Producer
MoCo
MoCo
Producer
Jay Veno
Jay Veno
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
How can you be all in your feels in the Hollywood Hills?
Like, this ain't why you signed up
You know who I'm is
Maybe you should chill 'fore I walk away
Maybe you should
[Refrain]
I might just jump out this motherfucking coupe
I might just pop out this bitch blowin' boof
I might just call all my dogs and they—
[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, yeah
Y'all talk more than the bitches, I'm nervous
When the fuck it get cool to keep perpin'?
Say she usually don't geek off the first meetup
But she like how we talk from Maryland
Cuzzo got the chopper, fuck your pocket rocket
He like, "Let me turn 'em into singers"
****, stop the coppin', pull out on your block and
Knock it over like we playin' Jenga
She like, "How you feelin' now you livin' it?"
I'm like, "Really just how I envisioned it"
She like, "Thought you'd switch up on some better shit"
"I'm from 'round the way, I love that ghetto shit, I'm forever this"
Shawty, call up your friends
The one who teach, the one who model for Skims
Just tell 'em meet us, I'ma drop 'em a pin
Baby, when she with us, she ain't gotta pretend
Baby, so she love it
First of all
If you told me, "Oh, we in DC," and I tell you to pull up, you better pull up
Now, look
Like, bitches just be lyin' for no reason, that's crazy
[Verse 2]
TNT like Tamera and Tia
DND when I don't wanna see 'em
Bnb, tell 'em hoes come and meet us
DMV, yeah, you know where be at
CLB with my bitch if I mean it
If you ever think I need you, I don't
Keep it player, baby, don't do the most
Keep it off the 'net, don't put on no show
Hol' up, the hoes be T'd up, these **** be divas
So lately, look, I ain't been fuckin' with neither
Reposado, bitch, I drink by the liter
With some models in the cut with my feet up
She wanna talk 'bout the rest of my life
But I told her, "Look, I'm only here for the night"
Uh, get to home base like I'm Jeter
Pay for my time like the meter, I'm uppin' my price
Uh, I feel like Sosa
I see a whole lot of shit I don't like, no, can't roll the dice
She say, "I see you be workin'"
So when you pop out, it be crazy if I act surprised
I see the way that you **** be lookin'
That shit do not faze me, not one of them guys
You shittin' me?
We callin' plays in PG like Bieniemy, really, we, uh
[Refrain]
I might just jump out this motherfucking coupe
I might just pop out this bitch blowin' boof
I might just call all my dogs and they—
Written by: Brandon Rorie, Jermaine Quattlebaum, MANUEL LOUDHNI, Mohamed Conteh
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