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(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
(I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Burn up, let it burn
Esskeetit!

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)

(feat. Mark Lanegan)

I waited too long to write this down
The startling sensation is fading
The sweet, sweet burn of the
First drink of the night underaged
Knowing that you’re gonna get away with it

You were a good man before you knew it
And I’m not vain enough to think that
I’d have been good for you if I’d stayed
In the current of your life
I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

And now I’m so scared about mystery
I fear I smell extinction in the
Folds of this novacaine age coming on
I miss the smell of mystery
Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
And not knowing how the sounds were made

So I left home and faked my ID
I fucked every man that I wanted to be
I was so stupid then
Why should mystery give its last name

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

[Musical interlude]

Now I’ll see you in our old home
Where I’m always scared to go
Those thirty garbage miles
Making with cigarette butts and used tires
To be poor is the anchor that makes us so sure

Your sandy voice across my brow you haven’t aged a day
Is it because you took a shortcut that
Makes people say you’re crazy
Is it true
You’re a time traveler, you
Is it true
I’ve seen crazy too

Can it be a comfort between us
Because I never want to know for sure

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

The instrumental over the bridge

[Musical interlude]

Now I write this in a pale town
Where excitement is a yellow curd
My dream awake leaps through my window
From the highway

You turn my handles at the brake too late
It needs to tease metric tons
The crash comes, comes, comes
It goes down my public face
Behind the reservoir of collar bones
Forms two private lakes

Baby, I’m a fool

Hopping is so easy
You haven’t gained a day
To self-fulfilling prophecies
Who don’t even have each other
Not that we would ever get away with it

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Instrumental]

(feat. ASAP Ferg, Lil Uzi Vert & Rich The Kid)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
You get hit, 40’ll hurt you
I got your bitch on me
And your mama on me and she birth you
Blowin’ Uzi, I’m just off the shits
Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
I get so turnt up, countin’ these bands, bands
I don’t give a mothafuck, I am the man
Stay down with mad niggas, your girl my baby
I’m fuckin’ on, I am too lazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Fergy gonna get ’em, youngin’ doin’ better
Uzi with the Uzi hit him through the leather
Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
Feel like I’m him with the cheddar
Put ’em in the soup, portobello
Hit him in the head through his cerebellum
Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin’ felon
He’ll dead him in a second if I tell him
Spoke to Number Nine ‘fore he went to jail and
He was on his way to his dreams
Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon
These kids I try tell ’em
Don’t get caught with the weapon
Hip Hop police on the ‘Gram
And they can’t wait to get ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag
My bitches, they bustin’, you niggas, you cuffin’
I trap out the bando, them onions
Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?
I’m booted, them Xans, wrappin’ the bricks in saran
You don’t want problems
Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed
30 gold chains I flex, but I ain’t ever had no job
Turn twenty to a fifty
Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin’ like Diddy
I trap in the kitchen with Whitney, Actavis killin’ my kidneys

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[produced by: Charlie Heat & Carnage]

You wake up early in the morning
It’s the start of a new day
You freshen up
You tie your shoes
Breakfast’s ready
And there you go

I Got Work To Do
I got a job for you
There’s so much work to do
There’s a job for you
You Got Work to do
I Got so much work to do
I Got Work to do

It’s a long day at work
A long day of hard work
You just give it your all
Work is hard just don’t fall
There’s just so much to do
So much for you

I got work to do
I got a job for you
There’s so much work to do
There’s a job for you
You got work to do
I got so much work to do
I got work to do

I got work to do
I got a job for you
There’s so much work to do
There’s a job for you
You got work to do
I got so much work to do
I got work to do