House Party (Letra)

Sam Hunt

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You’re on the couch, blowing up my phone
You don’t want to come out, but you don’t want to be alone
It don’t take but two to have a little soiree
You’re in the mood to sit tight right where you are, babe

Cause I’ll be at your door in ten minutes
Whatever you got on, girl, stay in it
You ain’t gotta leave the house to have a good time
I’ma bring the good time home to you

We’ll have a house party, we don’t need nobody
Turn your Tv off, break that boom-box out
We’ll wake up all the neighbors til the whole block hates us
And the cops will show up and try to shut us down

If you’re gonna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party
If you wanna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party

Throw a neon tee shirt over the lamp shade
I’ll take the furniture, slide it out of the way
Shaking the floor, rattling the roof
We’ll go to town like they’re in your living-room

Let’s have a house party, we don’t need nobody
Turn your Tv off, break that boom-box out
We’ll wake up all the neighbors til the whole block hates us
And the cops will show up and try to shut us down

If you’re gonna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party
If you wanna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party

So I’ll be at your door in ten minutes
Whatever you got on, girl, stay in it
You ain’t gotta leave the house to have a good time
I’ma bring the good time home to you

We’ll have a house party, we don’t need nobody
Turn your Tv off, break that boom-box out
We’ll wake up all the neighbors til the whole block hates us
And the cops will show up and try to shut us down

If you’re gonna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party
If you wanna be a homebody
We’re gonna have a house party

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House Party (Letra)

Meek Mill Part. Young Chris

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I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out i’m cummin
And my youngin in my other room, up my sheets
She tell em boy don’t grab my hair because you’re up my weave
I got a hundred bottles ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as but i’m a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And i heard you talking money you should stop boy
I by the group i get money by the pound
French montana on all these ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time i’m in the club these is not around
Everybody talking money i say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don’t judge ‘em though, they ain’t on trial
Bad bitches got ‘em on dial
It’s bottoms up but it’s going down

Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

Ciroc all on my table in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek milly, young chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, doin that money can’t
Daddy day care home, why you think your honey ain’t
Who you think she stay with, this that kid and play
You’re main chick got our night job, you can get a day shift
I’m a hit her from the back, meek get her face
He ain’t wanna sway up in this, hey
Hey hey, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what i say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can’t tell us
Don’t knock me, tell your
House party poppin on that martin we’re yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them swallow

Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

Atl new will ville
Tryna to show em how my louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a benz man it’s the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain’t watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as, she tell me that i’m cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it’s easter
Homie i don’t even want your, you can keep her
She say i ain’t hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the lambo i’m like hasta la vista

Ciroc all on my table bs in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

House Party (Letra)

Epmd

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It’s like this y’all it’s like that y’all
It’s like this y’all it’s like that y’all
It’s like this y’all it’s like that y’all

[parrish smith]
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill’
Got up, with erick sermon, dropped "you gots 2 chill"
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves

[erick sermon]
Aiyyo likewise i come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It’s me, transformed i’m eazy-e
Past the point of rockin the joint
I’m blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
Nfl: niggaz for life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where’s the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe i’m freddie

Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the south bronx
And let me hear you say

Hell yeah hell yeah
Say hell yeah hell yeah

[parrish smith]
Aiyyo, i grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit’s alright
And these faggots, always stress me so i keep my shit tight
Who am i? the cat to put that ass on standby
Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like hershey hawkins
Takin it back to the seventy-sixers like johnny dawkins

[erick sermon]
Yo i come through camouflaged with the squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
Epmd’s the name, there’s no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs

Yo this shout out goes to brownsville, youknowhati’msayin?
On ? avenue, newport garden squadron
Epmd, youknowhati’msayin?
To the brentwood posse, somebody just say

Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Everybody say make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money

[parrish smith]
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
I’m high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the mo’ spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill

[erick sermon]
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo p chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin b
Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
Just put some shit on they can dance to then