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letra de parked - joey fatts

[intro: joey fatts]
it’s been four years since i dropped “million $ dreams” in chipper jones 3
vince got xxl freshman, we lost yams
and i’m fresh outta jail from a drive-by shootin’ charge
but ain’t sh-t changed, we still on the block
this cutthroat sh-t still stronger than ever
pull up, hop out, you can get your sh-t parked

[chorus: a$ton matthews]
pull up, hop out, n-gga get your sh-t parked
pull up, hop out, n-gga get your sh-t parked
pull up, hop out, n-gga get your sh-t parked
pull up, hop out, n-gga get your sh-t parked

[verse 1: joey fatts]
[?] gang, shooter gang, k!ll whoever choose to hang
without a face, without a name, without a gun, without a case
fresh up out the county jail for crackin’ at a n-gga place
just got off a tour b-tch, my name been crack in other states
hunnid gs in a safe, ten to get them out the way
probably could’ve bought a wraith instead i bought a hunnid k
slap a drum on it, my lil homie get bucks for days
opps didn’t want it, we outside n-gga, come and play
okay, lay him down, zip him up, body bag, pick him up
toe tag, his mama crushed, playing cutthroat, get k!lled
know not to f-ck with us, n-gga, facts

[verse 2: joey fatts]
i put that sh-t on crip street, these n-ggas pipsqueak
quick to put a n-gga 6 feet, i swear this sh-t deep
all that internet thuggin’ gon’ get your body swiss cheese
if you think that i’m bluffin’, come and try me my n-gga, please
drop a pin and we can meet, f-ck that talkin’, we gon’ see
bring whoever you gon’ bring, this .40 all i need
clip long as limousine, hit the scene and clear the scene
all this pressure, he can’t breathe, on a stretcher how he leave
walk up on him like a fiend, like the lil bro died
the squad lost they mind, every other day we slidin’ and pilin’ homicides
ain’t no debate they ridin’ seven to poppy side
smoke a n-gga and spray his candle light while his mama cry

- joey fatts

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