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Lil Wayne & Wiz Khalifa - Gangster Party (Reefer Party Remix)

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Published on Jul 15, 2011

TIMELESS MIXTAPE: http://www.datpiff.com/Mayze-Timeless...
http://www.mediafire.com/?mkxe9snnxl9...
LYRICS:
(Lil Wayne)
My homie got that yopper
He'll bang it at a copper

Thousand pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a king

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my waist
Cook your ass up gourmet
All-black.44 -- do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag rose

Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at

I'm higher than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a fucking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago
But his body's still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I live in Miami, nigga
I'll South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh -- that's how we ballin

Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that
I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

Before we get it popping
We ain't saving hoes, we swapping
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"

(Neako)
What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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