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What I want to do right now, is take y'all back

To my 90's backpack party

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow

'Cause she dance the go-go

Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (got a Ghost)

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made Page Six, Page Six

The party so crazy that we made Page Six, eh, Page Six

The party so crazy (crazy, crazy)

Only time a nigga shooting now is just for points

Cops stop a nigga and he asking for a joint

And my man stop playing, hit her with the ring, Hova

Woke up with the tiger mama, it's a hangover

Ain't nobody beefing, the sets called a truce

We just boys in the hood, welcome to the barbaque

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow

'Cause she dance the go-go

Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (got a Ghost)

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made Page Six, Page Six

The party so crazy that we made Page Six, eh, Page Six

The party so crazy (crazy, crazy)

You see me in the party and you see that shorty got it

You start to back it up like I'm parallel parking it

Now I'm getting stuck, getting stuck and astonishment

Wanna keep it up, wanna follow what you guiding with

You want it bad, can't have it, get it back, cause traffic

Momma said watch your back 'cause you a bad bitch

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow

'Cause she dance the go-go

Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (got a Ghost)

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made Page Six, Page Six

The party so crazy that we made Page Six, eh, Page Six

The party so crazy (crazy, crazy)

Whiskey in my cup, and some paper for the band

Party going up, as if we're never gonna end

By chance, can I get a dance?

Maybe sit down just to tell you where I stand

Baby welcome to the mad function

It's the rambunctious

Steady in my bag since the bagged lunches

Make a toast, look at how she glow

She would dance the go-go now her chauffeur got the Ghost (ay ay)

Everybody sippin' for the sympathy

I'm simply, flipping samples to a symphony

Last night is quite the mystery

Woke up with my Hepburn, to Breakfast at Tiffany's

From Minneapolis to the city of actors

Seems like rappers, beef or be forgetting to practice

And so I keep it cinematic, and blow the reefer for the baggage

Everybody

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow

'Cause she dance the go-go

Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (got a Ghost)

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made Page Six

Please don't leave me, party's ending

I am fiending, for that feeling (I gotta go)

Please don't leave me (yeah, I gotta go), party ending (oh, oh, I gotta go)

I am fiending, for that feeling

For that feeling