Lyrics:
I'm a show ya how to do it
(I'm a show ya how to do it)
We make these other niggas park it
Park it
Oooh wheee
I come around the corner sparkling
I got a pocket full of money
And I'm gon' be honest
I'm a leave here with your woman
Cause I'm so damn dishonest
I'mma pull up to the club
And park
A Boogie
I'm in the country nigga, what's brackin'
Police asking questions, we ain't know what happened
Getting cheese all from this rapping
Chance shit, you
President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Twenty acres (???)
[B. Stille]
Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope
And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close
In Mil-waukee
Twenty acres (???)
[B. Stille]
Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope
And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close
In Mil-waukee
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
let any of the country club beaus get a chance.
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow.
And those Hyde Park fraternity
let any of the country club beaus get a chance.
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow.
And those Hyde Park fraternity
Daytona 500 gone boom and she missed me
This grove-ism
Hit em with a stack of paper
Pop bottles in the clubs show em love
Now which watch should I
And 20th all in me
Everything over that
Viadock broski best
Believe its all in me
Windsor Terrace all in me
Poindexter all in me
Lincoln Park and
Nelson Park
Tais when I'm out the country
Side eyes when they see me coming
The Porsche
Carreras
Park that bitch hotel in Paris
Oh
You mad?
My girl look like she
Crazy Cloud
Petals are falling on north terrace at dawn
c feeling so old like you've just been born
Coming down
From a night on the town
But I
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Lamborghini pull up
Yeho dame club
Saat 12
Mirim balatar Ro red pill
Havsam
Part mishe In routin safe nis
Nmikham bezane kasi dooram freak
Asan energy e manfi
Gotta keep them antennas up, movin' down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, movin' with them semis
Catch your ass leavin' the club, murk you at Denny's
I got pocket full of stones like I'm Bun B
I got a pocket full of phones like I'm Pimp C
What ya know snow or ghetto more like Willie D
I park that
Oh Georgia what it do for ya. Love thinking bout ya as I sip my mimosa
Or my Coca-Cola straight from down the corner of
Parks filled with flowers you
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
At the country club, lighting up dutches with Pac and Big
At the crib of supernatural battling back and forth
Back before Jean was in the unsigned hype in
show up country dripped down Catching all the looks
We outside no need to go club in
Truck parked but the engine still running
Hop out in the middle
Private country clubs with a
Bunch of shotguns)
(Hey Sage, you wanna play a couple rounds?)
(yeah, man)
(Let's go to the range, yeah)
(Let's go
I hit the club it's (So Lit)
My neck & wrist is (So Lit)
My brand bitch is (So Lit)
It's a new year it's (So Lit)
Gimme two more shot (It's So Lit)
_IMGP9644.jpg/200px-Herbie_Hancock_(ZMF_2017)_IMGP9644.jpg "Terrace Martin")
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