AJT and MJeezy - P.C.

Step into the gala with the manners of a lumberjack
I see the cutest hottie in the party, and I cup her ass
Tell her I got a Grammy, when really it's a copper plaque
Wink and in front of everyone pull out the rubber packs
Bend her on the table, fuck her right on a stack
Of marinara chicken, some salad and a side of crab
She likes the attention and I enjoy the sight I have
So I keep on going with the stage lights behind my back
Giving the conductor a view of my fuckin ass
Pull out, and throw the Trojan spilling an avalanche
All over her dress and walk away, without a glance
She stands and snaps her panties back like a rubber band
MJeezy, I thought you said you had the invitations
Why do I have all these security guards chasing?
What the fuck are you doin climbing up the stage
Oh here we go, this fucker gets a standing ovation
No invitations, no passes
Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking
No questions, nah, no answers
Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'
No invitations, no passes
Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking
No questions, nah, no answers
Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'
Uh-oh, I guess here we go again
Another day, another party to ruin
AJT in the corner doing his thing
Fuck it, get 'em cousin, keep giving shorty the limb
While brodie is busy laying the pipe down
I'm busy trynna find the open bar so I can go to town
I ate and drank too much and now I gotta hold it down
Move to the next girl like, "Hi, I gotta own it now"
Slid to the bitch like "Hello, I'm Jeezy. Call me bello"
"I'm violent, no Cello. Straight to the point the M.O."
She sucked on the dick like a bong. Grinded me up to a halt
Slipping my wrist through her thong. Finger the bitch then I'm gone
Move to the next like a pass. AJT up in her ass
"Yo, Brodie. We got a party to crash"
Stepped on the stage like "Yo!" They think I'm here for the show
Feds are on us like, woah! "Sorry, y'all. Gotta go"
No invitations, no passes
Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking
No questions, nah, no answers
Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'
No invitations, no passes
Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking
No questions, nah, no answers
Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'
Why am I outta line?
Whatya mean she's the bride?
Who the hell is this guy,
He's a 3 an I'm a nine
I just want her for the night
He can keep her all his life
What's the harm in having some fun on the side
You know it's not the time
We can't just pick a fight
Gotta get outta dodge and duck all the entourage
Power through the barrage
Dip out through the garage
No one said it'd be easy
Kiss the bride goodbye

Written by:
Anthony Tchilinguirian, Mohamed Mulham Jazmati

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