Student Parties

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Black Josh] I'm tryna fill this empty safe Heard there's a student party round my way I held a fresh, got dressed and got them scales Weighed up my options that I got for sale Trainers on a (?) bell Pulled up in a German whip, bitches asking who's Merc is this She said she's rather get in, yes People come to me, purchase this (?) we're gurning shit Whilst I'm chilling and burning spliffs They want that shit, I'm serving it I'm making money, earning quick [Chorus- Black Josh] I got pot on me, I got them e's And I got them there if you got the P Even got that K, or you want the flake? Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem [Verse 2 - Black Josh] Bucket hat on low, with some Ray-Bans on Pissy bitches wanna talk 'em off Molly got 'em sweating make up off Man in there chewing their faces off They love the product, I just made a prof I got pills piling up, now I can pay them off And getting in, flipping the weight Ketamine bitches are sucking for days The rest of them niggas are out of their face They getting my digits to call me if they Need D-R-U-G-S, I know your friends are using it Every day they abusing it, so tell 'em that I'm moving it [Chorus- Black Josh] I got pot on me, I got them e's And I got them there if you got the P Even got that K, or you want the flake? Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem [Verse 3 - MC Jon] All these student bitches love me Want me to come party with 'em Cause they know I got that money, ey Every week I'm buying, they get their weed from me Every time I pop champagne, they get a fucking G from me But I get that old money, when I'm flocking these bredders thinking I get that hoe money Every morning I be multiplying all my old money Don't watch no ticks uh, I get that whole money My clientele, strictly in YSL Gold Chanel, high class, mammy be flying sale Uh, swear they like D&G I make the magic happen if you ever need 'em D Hocus pocus baby, girls just focus focus Maybe get some Coca-Cola, overdrive like Cosa Nostra uh So baby wait on me, I don't carry no weight on me Wait on the blacked out Merc and pass the fucking stack of paper G [Chorus- Black Josh] I got pot on me, I got them e's And I got them there if you got the P Even got that K, or you want the flake? Yeah I got 'em made, 30 for half a G Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem Student party, selling them Drugs, selling dem