Bring All Your Friends

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson] Boy amazed, got my [?] Before my time, I was ahead of 'em Rich enough, I could just put my lights out (aha) But I can't lie, nigga, love the game Poppin' [?], like a yellow [?] Without even tryin', I'm still insane (still it) Ey, doze at the light Smoke weed, cook healthy, yeah, that's my type Cute face, fat ass, yeah, that's my ride Another party at the crib, yeah, that's my life (ooh) Clap in my hands in the boxes Standin' on the couch in my Nikes I guess I'm just born to live the shit Another check showin' off my penmanship Got a studio session from ten to six And you can come, too, baby, bring all your friends [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah) Bring all your friends (bring 'em, bring 'em) Bring all your friends (you can bring 'em) Bring all your friends You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends (I…) [Verse 2: Mozzy] Baby diggin' the [?] when I let it spill Baby thinkin' I'm hella famous, what a deal Suck your face, use the thing, you bitches know the drill Whole squad [?] Pokemon on the [?] Make sure you bring your partner with you, no for real I prolly won't hit on it, but lil' homie will Fuck you with my clothes on, 'cause I know you still (bitch!) Baby go bananas when she on a pill (bitch!) Even on them pyjamas, they don't think it's ill Solid bitches, they don't do the kiss [?] Brought up another cup and then I let her ill Mad swag on the day before I went to jail [?] law-abiding, this shit is ill Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint But where your other partners at, I'm tryina fuck with them [Chorus] Bring all your friends (Bring 'em, bring 'em) Bring all your friends (Yeah, yeah) Bring all your friends You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends (I…) Bring all your friends (Yeah) Bring all your friends (OK, yeah) Bring all your friends You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends [Verse 3: Clyde Carson] (Yeah, I) You know Keisha a freak, she don't wanna go And [?] on ther under [?] We got molly, we got drank, we got busta roll When they see the front though, you know they ain't front, no Hit it twice and they passin' it back (yeah) 'Sip some Hyphy, then chasin' with [?] (yeah) Some from the Bay and some bitches from [?] (yeah) They ain't with you, then you know where they at Ey Fuckin' on the couch, we am under them covers Am I drippin' or these bitches keep touching each other? I like the way she like that I never her lover And I prefer a dyke over a wife So if it's money for some pussy, that's what we don't like You wanna come and get it, baby, please don't bite Every time I see you it's gonna be on sky And when the night over, y'all goin' to be alright, so [Chorus] Bring all your friends (I…, aha) Bring all your friends (yeah) Bring all your friends You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends (Yeah) Bring all your friends (yeah) Bring all your friends (yeah) Bring all your friends When you come, too, baby, bring all your friends