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The Celebration Video (MV)




Performed By: Arradon
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Kevin Arradondo




Arradon - The Celebration Lyrics




Recall a time you through an oop. And put that on yo T
Elevate the sniper rifle put all haters in the street
Load it cock it aim and look right through the scope n let it ring

Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin
Fiend sober need her automotive
Called the laws they believe the story
Park it in the back now it's stolen

Playa made and we play for keeps
Ride with Smith and a Jada P
Pete freeman say I'm golden throated
Say it again Ima tap ya cheek
Rapper thinking he as hot as me
Kill that nigga for he graduate
Now the boy got no degrees
Jealousy start wit a J
Tell me how you boys keep it g
Ain't no muhf*ckin way
I aint gone muhf*ckin play
Back to aiming at em in the street.
T r i p l e d i g i t a l in here
No Clipes but we for real in here
Don't push us to Malice

I think the hoeing us Dallas
Must be on water no Fiji
Must be on water no Jesus
You gotta see to believe me

Bitch i got it out the mud. Whaaaat
Pain in my veins
No hoe in my blood
Here I go again
Flexing on these muthaf*ckas that's I'm supposed to love mayne we all can get dubs
Bitch im
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate or met ya maker with the toast

Boss playa listen
I rep the TripleDigi
My potna sip prescription
I like to pull extensions
She hit my line I got the drive
Don't need a lyft subscription
I pick her up
Won't put her down
Unless she brought conviction
Like the producer bitch I'm riding round with good intentions
You wonder why it's f*ck then crackers cause they good at lynching
I told the principal suspend me I ain't with detention.
That solitary got some ready for the penitentiary
I know you seen the Hamilton's but this the RIP edition
The mask was on a god mc you know a Wizards Wizards
I know a lot of hating niggas thought i wouldn't deliver
I gets to ha ha ha now I'm like the Clippers, nigga

Got it out the mud. Whaaaat
Pain in my veins
No hoe in my blood
Here I go again
Flexing on these muthaf*ckas that I'm supposed to love mayne
We all can get dubs
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate or met ya maker with the toast
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Recall a time you through an oop. And put that on yo T
Elevate the sniper rifle put all haters in the street
Load it cock it aim and look right through the scope n let it ring

Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin
Fiend sober need her automotive
Called the laws they believe the story
Park it in the back now it's stolen

Playa made and we play for keeps
Ride with Smith and a Jada P
Pete freeman say I'm golden throated
Say it again Ima tap ya cheek
Rapper thinking he as hot as me
Kill that nigga for he graduate
Now the boy got no degrees
Jealousy start wit a J
Tell me how you boys keep it g
Ain't no muhf*ckin way
I aint gone muhf*ckin play
Back to aiming at em in the street.
T r i p l e d i g i t a l in here
No Clipes but we for real in here
Don't push us to Malice

I think the hoeing us Dallas
Must be on water no Fiji
Must be on water no Jesus
You gotta see to believe me

Bitch i got it out the mud. Whaaaat
Pain in my veins
No hoe in my blood
Here I go again
Flexing on these muthaf*ckas that's I'm supposed to love mayne we all can get dubs
Bitch im
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate or met ya maker with the toast

Boss playa listen
I rep the TripleDigi
My potna sip prescription
I like to pull extensions
She hit my line I got the drive
Don't need a lyft subscription
I pick her up
Won't put her down
Unless she brought conviction
Like the producer bitch I'm riding round with good intentions
You wonder why it's f*ck then crackers cause they good at lynching
I told the principal suspend me I ain't with detention.
That solitary got some ready for the penitentiary
I know you seen the Hamilton's but this the RIP edition
The mask was on a god mc you know a Wizards Wizards
I know a lot of hating niggas thought i wouldn't deliver
I gets to ha ha ha now I'm like the Clippers, nigga

Got it out the mud. Whaaaat
Pain in my veins
No hoe in my blood
Here I go again
Flexing on these muthaf*ckas that I'm supposed to love mayne
We all can get dubs
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate or met ya maker with the toast
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Writer: Kevin Arradondo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., CHAPTER EIGHT MUSIC

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