Welcome To The Party (Remix) (Feat. Skepta)

EWOK MBZ Queens This is a Melo beat Chorus 1: Pop Smoke Baby, welcome to the party Uh I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded That's why I'm movin' retarded Baby, welcome to the party, uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari Baby, welcome to the party Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit Get me lit Gun on my hip Gun on my hip One in the head One in the head Ten in the clip Ten in the clip Baby, baby, don't trip Just lower your tone Lower your tone 'Cause you could get hit Verse 1: Nicki Minaj It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach We never lack, lack with that strap Ooh I'ma drive through but if you back back It's gon' clap clap and that's that I never tap tap if I don't like a ho You act act like you like her though Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you Can't sit with us but you might can go All my pretty bitches, high-saditty bitches Got a milli' bitches on go All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke Brr Keep-keep it real, you really mad 'Cause your baby dad used to like me though Ooh I-I ain't fuck him 'cause I ain't want him Told him, Take a hike like a hiker though Fendi moon boots, size six Got me walking 'round like I'm Michael though Yeah Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson Uh, Jordan, Angelo Chorus 2: Nicki Minaj Baby, welcome to the party Uh Colorful weave and your makeup is beat And that's how you act just like a Barbie Barbie Baby, welcome to the party, uh He wanna party with Barbie Ooh Verse 2: Pop Smoke It's Big 092MLBOA Uh, I make a call and it's war I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh Got a bad bitch from overseas Got a 10 pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh Don't try and run up on my V I knock a nigga out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh Double G for the tee No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin' .380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah he runnin' Chorus 1: Pop Smoke Baby, welcome to the party I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded That's why I'm movin' retarded Baby, welcome to the party, uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari Baby, welcome to the party Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit Get me lit Gun on my hip Gun on my hip One in the head One in the head Ten in the clip Ten in the clip Baby, baby, don't trip Just lower your tone Lower your tone 'Cause you could get hit