Private Party Drumma Boy (Ft. Gucci Mane & Young Dolph)

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
We 'bout to throw a private party
Ain't no fuck niggas invited
So many women in the building
Only real niggas inside it
It's a private party
It's a private party
Yeah, it's a private party
It's a private party
Yeah, it's a private party
It's a private party
Yeah, it's a private party
It's a private party

[Verse 1: Drumma Boy]
Yeah, it's a private party
So you should feel special
And if you ain't tryna turn up
We might as well gon' let you out
See all these pretty ladies
Ain't no way we gon' let you down
You might as well go play around
Pick you up some, gon' stretch you out
No pistol toat [?]
Just weed smoke and them molly thangs
Start a line, eat onion rings
Light a flame, or make it rain
'Cause it don't matter to me
It's 'bout four hoes all in my ear
It's 'bout two kelos of that purp
We so throwed off in here
All you smell is cash
All you smell is gas
All I smell is gas
And a lil bit of some ass
'cause niggas been fuckin
You know bitches been suckin
Back it up, drop it low
You know niggas been [?]
Act like it's your birthday
Welcome to the party life
Baby girl ain't Ms. Right
Going ham in the spotlight
The hottest thing in the city
Where them girls came to get with it
Without a doubt, we bring them out
If you ain't here, you heard about it