House Party - Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller feat. Elliott Nichols

DJ E Dubb

We setting the streets on fire

The mixtape police taking this shit over nigga, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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