Masego, Big Boi and JID - Garden Party

Ay, check it out
We having a party in the garden tonight
Ladies get in free
Well, as long as you don't stop dancing with a guy
If you like look behind and you're
"Oh, this nigga look ugly"
(Ye-yes, yes, yes he is) I get it
But that's my homie, though, that's my mans
So like dance with him
'Cause he was first chair in high school
So respect him, huh (look)

You know the vibes, you know my tribe
Instruments, you know it's live
When I turn up I don't enter the place without 'em (saxophone, jheeze)
When I show up, the place gets real colossal (talk about it)
It's like la-di-da-di, I like to party (uh)
Like to kick back (yeah) with a shorty
But it's the night of the battle Of the bands
Slash crump battle, slash twerk dance
Slash rap battle, slash call all my dawgs
You better get on this song

'Cause it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden
Battle of the bands, we starting
Here all night they won't leave
We all vibe and we sing like

Look, uh
Almond soft skin, her ass fat
Awkward walk, wobbling, wopty wop, draggin' a wagon
I park, sparked up the doobie in my pocket
How my dawgs walking theyself, barking, and catching coffins
Party, party pour me a shot, if I shoot the sheriff
Would you call me in the morning?
Raise the fruit of my loins (I love you)
You love me lady? you lying
This little light of mine I let it shine but like a dynamite
I been high as Heaven, drunk as hell but don't fly right
Seeing tie dye colors and side eye cover
With shades from the sideline, say, "Goodbye" (bye)
In my shaky life I try to stabilize, crazy times
I gotta pray to God, but he don't say nothing

I think it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden
Battle of the bands, we starting (yeah, yeah)
Here all night they won't leave
We all vibe and we sing like

Pass the Casamigos Reposado
Taking shots in the garden
It's starting to get hotter without heating lamp
See now we be amped up
When it's time to plant our seeds off in the bushes
Got 'em gushin' like a hydroponic system
And I would love to listen to you breathe in my ear
As we make sweet love under the trees
My dearly beloved
Clearly nobody can come between this man and his woman
Fit just like a hand inside a glove
When I'm stuffing all this lovin' in your oven
Hot tub Tony, I'm sucka free and still bubbling
They left it up to me
So I keep this motherfucker bumping
A lil' somethin' somethin' (somethin' somethin')

'Cause it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden
Battle of the bands, we starting (yeah, yeah)
Here all night they won't leave
We all vibe and we sing like

Written by:
Antwan Andre Patton, Destin Choice Route, Iman Omari, Jack Dine, Micah Davis

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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