Lyrics:
jewelry is scarrin' yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game,
stop
Gotta a hunnit thou- sittin in the parkin' lot
I paid hella dues
That's why that bitch sittin' on some chrome tennis shoes
And it's a show
the part about me parkin the hog
What about all them days I was walkin my dogs?
Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they
on Sunday night
Slowin down to forty five
(Trend)
Bumper to bumper people frontin Crenshaw fun
And do flossin on slossin cars parkin music bumpin
Nobody
the club spot cars
Start parkin for the
Yeah, get it bumpin now, get it bumpin now
Turn up that da dumb dumb dumb-BLAOW
I know you know how, we doin it
roll looked
Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parkin' lot
By the look in her eye, she was givin' what she
when her shift
On roller skates end
American boys fall in love
At the Sonic drive-in
Happy hour comes, parkin' lot's filled up
Every tailgate down
sittin' in a shop (yeah, yeah)
Go the destination, boy, we in a lot (parkin' lot)
It's a situation, hit 'em with the chop
Yeah, uh
Bought a buss down
All the hoes coughin'
Truck exhaust poppin'
Middle of Newbury, got the parkin' lot rockin'
Old folks hate but they still steadily watchin'
the can, he be whip-parkin'
Ayy, I'm a big target
Light-skinned, but my soul really is darkness
40 shells put a hole in your bitch garments
Nigga, you are
roots run deep
In the country roots run deep
Baptist church raised, parkin' lot blazed
Smoked ham on the table after
Hearin' preacher man preach
Shirts
roll looked
Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parkin' lot
By the look in her eye, she was givin' what she
the parkin' lots
Can't tell if it's dark or not
You look like the moon on that first night we had
Outside mid-June, yeah
I'm infatuated, no exaggeration
She
im parkin
She thought we was gon fuck I guess I'm too mean
She all on my twitter she stalkin
Why the fuck you gon be first, over the team
Don't talk
pimp in the parkin' lot (yeah, yeah)
Pimp 'bout to trip 'cause he know that you talk a lot (yeah)
Laughing the whole way, I pull out like skrrt
I got
like they're Nikes, nigga
Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin' lot, chicken wings,
[T.I.]
Catch me in a old school, new school, vert drop,
Hard top, see me and at least 2 freaks pulled ova in the parkin lot, engaged in conversations
me was I gon' cry
Motherfuckin right I will
I was cryin in the parkin lot
Tear on the steerin' wheel
Shades on so no one would see my eyes puffy
2
artists-es
We be burnin' everything
They label us as arsonists
If I ain't middle of the track
I'm 106 and Parkin' it bitch
dropped a pin
"Meet me here, parkin' deck on the third floor, Turbo"
I gotta need for the speed
Faster than mothafuckin' furious (yeah, bitch)
Tryna
Niggas funny, on some Martin shit
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what i'm in your state but you don't
Know
We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I can't Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ? , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, then hop in
Pick up
looks somethin' like a parkin' lot.
I'm so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
I'm the hottest shit
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