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After Juno Party
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junior Mpiana
Junior Mpiana
Songwriter
Milli K
Milli K
Lyrics
Chibwe Mweemba
Chibwe Mweemba
Songwriter
Peter Muwowo
Peter Muwowo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.u.n.o.
J.u.n.o.
Producer
Peter Muwowo
Peter Muwowo
Producer

Lyrics

(Wait, did you say this was Juno's beat?) Yeah, look I walk in the spot and I'm drippin Wait, listen Shordy come show me the vision I'm out here taking what's given Wait, hold on I'm feeling brazy, let's go on Pull up to the party, yeah I got the ice on my wrist And we puttin' a show on Wait, it's crazy, I'm brazy All of these niggas don't phase me Two grand, pay me (Cash) I'm finna spoil the baby (Yeah, yeah) Y'all niggas actin so crazy I see this shit on the daily (What?) Hold on, yeah I see this shit on the daily Ice on my wrist up in diamonds (Ice) Niggas wanna see me shining (Ice) Up to the top, I be climbing Off the bars, I be rhyming Wait, wait Off the charts, I'll be rising (To the top) For the hustle, I be grinding No need for reminding (Yeah) I walk in the spot and I'm dripping Wait, listen Shordy come show me the vision (Vision) I'm out here taking what's given Wait, hold on (Hol' on) I'm feeling brazy, let's go on (Let's go!) Pull up to the party, yeah I got the ice on my wrist And we puttin' a show on (Grrrrt) Nigga I put on a show, I'm going brazy with cro Baby l get it and go, I ride around with the pole I'm cooking up with Juno Fuck nigga what do you know (Huh?) Nothing You talking you shit, you just bluffing Smoke on your pack now we puffing, fucking your bitch I ain't cuffing Fuck nigga what have you seen? (Seen) Gleam (Gleam) Diamonds, they shining with sheen Nigga this Gucci, not Shein I ride around with the team, ice on my fit got me clean Spinning opp block with the scheme Fuck around buss at your spleen, fuck around buss at ya neck Fuck around buss at your back, talking that shit get you whacked Niggas be hating like that, pussy boy can't even rap Niggas be talking that cap, they love all the talking and banging till forty cab crash on your back I come in the party, I'm sipping Bacardi, I'm flexing a Carti, then bussing a shawty Nigga I'm sipping Bacardi, nigga I'm drinking that Henny Fuck all the opps I got many All you broke niggas ain't bready, I ride around with the semi Looking for shots I got plenty, loading a clip I shoot twenty, these bullets is heavy, I'm making it wetty New verse, new car New hoe, new bitch We banging parties whatchu know And sending the shots like we serve in the RICO Tommy, Fendi, Louis, Dior All on my body soprano, that shordy got ass, and that's why she Latino I put a bitch in a head choke, I'm fucking her hard like Until let the bed rock Don't you be talking so cocky, I'm putting a glock in your mouth, you a dead opp Hopping from party to party, so icy I'm shaking the room with a head knot All you little niggas get fed, don't you compare me I'm tired and fed up First, I be getting the plug, then finna head to the party with Milli and Tash Hit up a shordy, we go pick her up in the Civic, got seventy three on the dash Step on the gas (Skrrt, skrrt) Not running it back (What?) Shordy be running my tag All of my niggas be getting that bag (Cash, cash, cash) We exit the four door, I'm dripping in Dior, we enter the party, we getting turned up I'm taking one shot, two shot, three shot, four shot, Imma be getting fucked up Opps at the party, if they finna try me, I'm not really sorry, you getting stuck up Fuck all the opps at the party, I keep me a blicky, so run up, get done up, yeah ("Run up, get done up... Wrong song.") Yeah, we puttin the show on Hold up (Hold up) Party (Party) Drop to the spot, we got bodies (Yeah) They be sippin' on Bacardi (Yeah) Throwing pong, it's Olympics I be chilling with the misfits Good times, no resisting It's a scope, no ballistics Yeah (baow) Baby, welcome to the party Bangers only in the party Taking shots like it's Smarties Throwing rhymes like I'm Carti Pull out the glock from my rari Petty niggas wanna try me Acting tough, acting hardy Put thirty shots in they body I walk in the spot and I'm dripping Wait, listen Shordy come show me the vision I'm out here taking what's given Wait, hold on I'm feeling brazy, let's go on Pull up to the party, yeah I got the ice on my wrist And we puttin' a show on I walk in the spot and I'm dripping Wait, listen Shordy come show me the vision I'm out here taking what's given Wait, hold on I'm feeling brazy, let's go on Pull up to the party, yeah I got the ice on my wrist And we puttin' a show on
Writer(s): Junior Mpiana, Chibwe Mweemba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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