letra de park your car - huntforracks & streameum
[intro]
(park up your car if you come around here)
(park up your car if you come around, huh)
(park up your car if you come around here)
park up your car
park that car
(park up your car if you come around here)
f-ckin’ park your car, n-gga (n-gga)
i’ma f-ckin’ park your car, n-gga (n-gga)
n-gga
[chorus]
park up your car if you spin around here
rollin’ up these dead guys, so much smoke in the air
on god, there’s no yute in the world that i fear
just bop to this beat, put your glock in the air
yeah, we wave it around in the room, we don’t care
if it’s on camera still left off my gat
and i hang with some k!llers, on god, they got hats
try run up on me you get put in a pack
b-tch, i hunt for the racks, i need me the cash
see the jakes at thе lights so i’m doin’ the dash
if you talk on the ‘net thеn i see you on roads
you best have your gun ’cause i’m doin’ you bad
ever since i started rappin’ they movin’ like fans
if i hop out this free car i’m lettin’ it cram
if your b-tch come around you’re not gettin’ her back
cro said “drop gun” then i check and i laugh
[verse]
don’t call my phone if it’s not about digits
if i hail tg then he hittin’ your fitted
and you not with the gang ’cause we know you’re not with it
take a trip to they section and handle the business
show me the plot, what ends we goin’? the —- or the —-?
told cro “reroute the pin to the nearest opp block
got the g with my fashion, can’t go like kay flock
told ’em “get in the car”, on the ‘net they just talk
i push on the gas, i’m not gettin’ caught
we got what you need, just come to the shop
buck up cod or you will get rocked
and you don’t know me, in my head i’m so gawt
i keep poppin’ these pills to cope with my thoughts
if i attach the lama i’ll f-ck the spot
if your wrist movin’ flashy, i’m takin’ it off
and i perk it for two weeks then sellin’ it off
my b-tch really bad and she can’t get enough
i got tired of semi, put switch on my gun
i keep smokin’ these dead guys, it f-ck up my lungs
[chorus]
park up your car if you spin around here
rollin’ up these dead guys, so much smoke in the air
on god, there’s no yute in the world that i fear
just bop to this beat, put your glock in the air
yeah, we wave it around in the room, we don’t care
if it’s on camera still left off my gat
and i hang with some k!llers, on god, they got hats
try run up on me you get put in a pack
b-tch, i hunt for the racks, i need me the cash
see the jakes at the lights so i’m doin’ the dash
if you talk on the ‘net then i see you on roads
you best have your gun ’cause i’m doin’ you bad
ever since i started rappin’ they movin’ like fans
if i hop out this free car i’m lettin’ it cram
if your b-tch come around you’re not gettin’ her back
cro said “drop gun” then i check and i laugh
[outro]
get hit in your fitted
boy, you not with it
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