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letra de parking lot - j.k. the reaper

[intro]
ay, feeling all strange
nicotine fiends
we ain’t gon’ ever leave, ay

[verse 1]
smoke a lot, drink a lot
snort a lot in the parking lot
16 deep, 16 years old in the parking lot
ain’t got no place to go, we just mobbin’
it ain’t gon’ ever stop, we gon’ never die, northside
northside, thinkin’ suicide on the northsside
northside, b-tches north side, b-tches norf norf
outside, we just outside, b-tch, we outside
let me in, house party throwin’ up my set
throwin’ up by ten, boys we off the chair, hair, weed, lean
and ecstacy, and nicotine, i can’t even f-ckin’ see
fanglife do these ghetto streets
had to jade your heart into the eights
k’s, we’ll fill the pistols on our knees
you gon’ feel it, cause you know where at we

[chorus]
smoke a lot, drink a lot
sneaking close, we gon’ start a fight
just because, we got f-cking bored in the parking lot
underage, everywhere we go they gon’ kick us out
we don’t give a f-ck, we gon’ meet back at the
parking lot, parking lot
get so faded that my heart could stop, we don’t ever stop
corner [?] in the parking lot, parking lot
you can pull up, just don’t bring no cops, no opps
no lame, no drops, no fakes, cause b-tch this what we started

[pre-chorus]
started started started started started started, yuh
started started started started started started started, ay
started started started started started started started, yuh
started started started (b-tch we motherf-ckin’ started in the)

[chorus]
parking lot, smoke a lot, drink a lot on the northside
northside, hope i never get older
and pray to god that i won’t die sober, p-ssy

[verse 2]
parking lot pimpin’ on all of yo b-tches
i should be in court but i’d rather be ignorant
breakin’ sh-t with all of my n-ggas and angels
the villainous invented you cannot break and
i feel like the water’s for the takin’, sh-t!
knock on the door and you know it’s me
no i ain’t alone i brought my team
my brothers hyenas and all wanna feast
i’m drunk high, and i’m p-ssed off
i just wanna find a place to go
if you hear me then let me know
we’ll rock and die before i grow
f-ck a job, i am not a drone
f-ck school, i am not a clone
even 10 deep, i feel alone
but it’s cool, i got time
purest form and my air’s higher
rollin’ hard like a spare tire
all the young guys need air time
all the young guys need air time
motherf-ckin’ squad if it ain’t mine
f-ck a squad if it ain’t mine
they won’t let us inside, so f-ck them we mobbin’ in the

[chorus]
parking lot, parking lot
get so faded that my heart could stop, we don’t ever stop
corner [?] in the parking lot, parking lot
you can pull up just don’t bring no cops, no opps
no lame, no drops, no fakes cause b-tch this what we started

[outro]
started started started started started started, yuh
started started started started started started started, ay
started started started started started started started, yuh
started started started (b-tch we motherf-ckin’ started in the)

[skit: j.k the reaper & denzel curry]
long night after a cheap date, wanna take her home and slide up in it, huh? but you forgot you got a limp d-ck, and you’re a premature ej-cul-tor. well, guess what? i’ve got just the right thing for you, b-tch! colt 45, that’ll get the horse kickin’

before i was introduced to colt .45, i had somethin’ the doctors say they call, uh, erectile dysfunction. that mean, my-my p-n-s was not workin’. until i drank a little bit of that forty! droppin’ bombs on that p-ssy like an airstrike! thank you, colt 45!

- j k the reaper

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