Bryson Tiller — House Party

[Intro: DJ E Dubb & Bryson Tiller] DJ E Dubb We setting the streets on fire The mixtape police taking this shit over nigga, nigga [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] Look at here And you just walked up out of a magazine You just tell your whole crew that you're leaving this here Just took a brain for me She in the club, forget about a deal There's a house party going on in my crib Tell me is you down, baby, are you around Everybody coming over, let me show you how to party Actress, you touch me all Somebody, working in two bottles of Ciroc You want to get loose You ain't have thing, you should given me clues Head up to my room, I'ma tell you what to do Saying, we gon party all night We just, after I hit it Come with me baby [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] It will be one of the best decisions of your life Like, bring your ladies, hit that bitch I'm comfortable I was partying Because my homies want to, my homies lent me liquor Now this party jumping We gon' keep the music bumping On my way from the club to the crib [Verse 2: Elliott Nichols & Bryson Tiller] Tell me what I got to do to get right next to you You gotta be the baddest thing in this club, girl Tied up in the jeans, did ya right Ooh, a nigga looks good in the city lights Get it popping, if you thinking that it feels right Tell me if you're rolling tonight Ya, you been right there, just twerking all night Been thinking all of this time Baby, you're just our type Tell me if you're rolling babe Tell me if you're rolling babe Tell me if you're rolling with me babe Tell me if you're rolling babe Tell me if you're rolling babe [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] It will be one of the best decisions of your life Like, bring your ladies, hit that bitch I'm comfortable I was partying Because my homies want to, my homies lent me liquor Now this party jumping We gon' keep the music bumping On my way from the club to the crib [Verse 3: Bryson Tiller] Everybody look in here Everybody looking like they slobbin' here I don't want to hear niggas complaining Way too many bad bitches Throw your hands up Let me see you bad bitches, everybody up in here Gonna look like we crabbin' here I don't want to hear niggas complaining Way too many bad bitches Throw your hands up Let me see you bad bitches, everybody up in here [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] It will be one of the best decisions of your life Like, bring your ladies, hit that bitch I'm comfortable I was partying Because my homies want to, my homies lent me liquor Now this party jumping We gon' keep the music bumping On my way from the club to the crib