Going to the Party (Extended Mix)

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

I'm a hit man boy

Making hits that go

Past midnight though, when I'm in town, bro

Your girl gon' feel that impact bro

Break her off like a Kit Kat though

I need to see u on the floor

That's the get down oh

Bottles in the air like a big glass dome

XOXO like tic tac toe

LB and The Allergies, instant funk

Real Japanese no sugar in my green tea

Inhale the vapor off of these trees

In the club peelin' off the paper like a Reesie's

Build up, drop it low, girl feel it deeply

Real world don't nobody eat free

Believe me corporations on some thievery

With my gang gang Allergies, no weak links

UK to The Bay

Party in these streets

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

You can't hate LB or underrate LB

The powers that be wanna blame LB

Still your girlfriend wanna pay LB

She wanna take selfies with the King LB

She want me to make those sleigh bells ring

Hit it raw, waterfalls like TLC

She wanna take care of me, she want to PayPal me

Wanna hit it out park like a baseball team

Me and homies

Four deep in the corniche

Pedal to the floor

Screech past the police

Slow creep to the club out in Palm Beach

Tonight show all sold out on the marquee

Pull up, valet the car keys

Around the block girls camped out on the concrete

More beats more drinks and more **The world best party right here on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Pull up randomly

Just to have a drink

With a fat bag of **

Fatter than a manatee

Supremely talented

On that we can agree

Party poppin' like the top on a can of peas

Oh yes he's Japanese

Pay my salary

That's just how it be

Bang like a tambourine

On the dance floor burning calories

Slap it in your Cadillac with extra batteries

Only for my day ones and my OGs

And my folks in the streets can't afford groceries

Be fightin' everyday holdin' on to those dreams

We want the whole pie

And not just a small piece

It's actually me

It's not a fantasy

Your girl tappin' me

To have a little fling

On 4th street

History happening

The King Lyrics Born and The Allergies

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street

Going to the party

Party on 4th street