Chef Chainey - Tracey’s Party

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[Pre-Chorus: Chef Chainey]

I got my Niggahs in the back
Couple bitches on my lap
I got that drank, I’m sippin’ leanin’ like I’m faded off the Jack
Errything slow, hit that dro’
Bout to pass out if I hit one mo’
Sho’nuff happened, well goddammit
Too much hash & where my cap at (uugh)

[Chorus: Chef Chainey]

At Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
We fucked around at Tracey’s Party (Tracey x3)
We wildin’ out at Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
Without a doubt at Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
At Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
We turnin’ up at Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
I got that drank at Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
We blowin’ stank at Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x3)
Tracey’s Party! (Tracey x2)
Tracey’s Party

[Verse 1: Chef Chainey]

The world is in a fucked up place (fucked up place, fucked up place, place)
So let’s escape (let’s escape)
I see that smile creepin’ up on your face (on your face, face)
Let’s roll away
High as fuck when the night starts
Freestyles while we at the park (bus’ it)
It’s gettin’ dark, where the ride
Already late so let’s get inside (bounce)
Speakers blastin’, goddamit
Wildin’ out is becomin’ a habit (turn up)
Light the blunt, then pass it
2 pulls then my Niggah grab it (smoke)
Earlier, had to run from the cops, nearly got caught for public drinkin’ (damn)
Didn’t even sip nun’, it’s all my Niggahs, man these fuckin’ bitches (man)
At the party now takin’ pictures (snap)
Bitches on us like we the business (fresh)
Where you been, you so late
Been talkin’ about you all day

[Pre-Chorus: Chef Chainey]

[Chorus: Chef Chainey]

[Verse 2: Chef Chainey]

Checkin’ out the fuckin’ scene (fuckin’ scene)
Everybody looking for some legs to get between (between x4)
Tracy’s older sister’s kinda mean
‘Excuse me mother fucker, wait a minute, who are you to speak?’ (ooooooh)
Oh shit, oh shit, fuck Niggah got cut down (cold)
Took one, for the team, I ain’t going round her now (nah)
Grab a drink, hit the flo’
Macking bitches in God mode (sup ma)
Big asses, tall glasses, you already know what I’m here fo’ (uh)
White girl say she love my steez
& she wanna blow some trees
She ain’t got no ass, but she packing double D’s (woah)
Sexy girl, from class, cute face, big ass
Lookin’ at me, from the back
I took the hint & I did the math

[Pre-Chorus: Chef Chainey]

[Bridge: Chef Chainey]

Later on, that night, my Niggah was wasted
Helped him up, to the car with this one girl I’m not namin’
Put him to sleep, on the seat, I can’t stay I’m faded
Took shawty, back to the party & we going apeshit
You should’ve seen our faces we just wanna get naked
Got a room, did some shit, but I didn’t hit it’s outrageous
Tracey’s sister walked in, luckily while we’re talkin’
So we had to leave, but I ain’t no punk, got to the car & you know wassup

[Chorus: Chef Chainey]