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the parking lot she ran back to the door
Somebody let her in I'm a kill em both
It was Loomis he shot me before I got close
The marshal came over to check my

em say burr wudup Gucci mane
Vampin while it's dark at knight call me Bruce Wayne
Young Moses, I rode the lotus, with hypnosis
So hot that you would

you don't give a damn
What you think a nigga hustle for? You know it's for the fam
9 to 5 I'm clocking, parking lot, know they watching
Intelligent when

just moving grooving through the parking lot
In that big body, can't even tell if I'm parked or not
And my trunk got the Holy Ghost
Yea I do the most

within you so you hanging by the rope
I could die today
Y'all won't give a fuck
Everyone is evil so I don't know how to trust
Bitches call me sage
Now they

What's  going on man
Aye, what's going on man
What you on man
Ridin with the chrome, man

Shout out to Gucci Mane
Shout out to Zaytoven, man

The rain was flooding the drive home from work
I deemed it unsafe to drive
I pulled over at the nearest parking lot
At a bar called The Gotham Dive

in the parking lot, hatters you can like or not.

North kacky lacky, and you know I’m looking for the spots.

Mili keep looking for me, until my album

ain't no good luck
Parking lot money moves kinda like a food truck
Daredevil niggas always trying out new stunts
Fucking with my peoples get you spit out

can be a hater or fan, better spread that news
A nigga work hard for this shit a nigga been scared for this shit
But if it don't kill me, A nigga can't

Trying to clone me bitch, I must be Gucci Mane
I must be zero tolerance, I don't wanna talk
I been silent for so long but in my songs I don't give a fuck

Bla-bla

Kaaris

Game Over Volume 2

2019

ma culture, premier à t'ouvrir l'hymen
Un feat' avec Future, un feat' avec Gucci Mane
J'ferme les rideaux du Maybach quand tu jactes, fuck les

I'm taking everything
Any use of alcohol i said I'm drinking everything
It's pains in your chest mane my heart don't feel the same
She told me to open

whores
Want new marble floor
Want two entrance doors
Gunna buy Gucci belt
To lift up the drawers
Kill naming of poor
Cause think I might bump up
Like brand

at
I'm parking shops and cocking back to milk you understand the facts
I kill it, I don't even consider myself this good at rapping
I ain't got no fucking

Mom's red Corolla in a Pensacola Walmart parking lot
Waiting on dad to get me in his F-150 and head back to Arkansas
Thousand miles of echo, living

everything, He pick the work up and his body Look like Gucci Mane
Lil petite some, Lil Slim Thick that's
My type man I put them chain on my neck and them shits

Donuts in the parking lot in a fruit roll up
Bitch is by my side she give me fruit by the foot she bout to throw up whoa
Blusher I just made her

out by myself, nah

I only carry on some features, niggas talkin' like they preach
Got a lot up on the speakers, niggas tired of shit eaters
This Lu

a lot of 6 packin in my core
Got a lot of kids rappin at corner stores
Tired if the Gucci gangs and the foolish ways
Wanna change the world I don't want

good gonna love this 
Know they gonna love it

Just tryna get this money fuck that talking
Not driving by your house bitch I'm parking 
Matter fact fuck

of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

Easy On The Eyes

She might be 8 kinds of crazy
But I'm  crazy for her
This love just might go the distance 
If this love don't kill me first
She

do my dancing when I'm (In the street, Ooh)
And when I'm dancing, I'ma (Blast my heat)

I'm back in the club
And parking lot pimpin'
Got the scrimp