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letra de parking lot - kuttem reese

[intro]
(ayy, maxxx, this sh-t raw as h-ll, aw sh-t)
raw

[chorus]
i don’t talk a lot, i just get it done at parking lots (uh)
pull up skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, yeah, yeah) with thirty chops at publix parking lot (yeah)
i’m at save a lot, what you tryna do? i don’t save a lot
i won’t save sh-t, i pull up to nieman’s and pull it out
heard them n-ggas say they bending in, we right back bending out
what you know about goin’ on spinning drills? yo’ dawg gon’ squeal or not? (yeah)
i know some n-ggas getting that fetty in, not the ones with the closed eye (yeah)
what you know ’bout goin’ to sleep, first day of school with the clothes out? (yeah)
[verse]
n-ggas rapping ’bout some sh-t they did that i know nothin’ about got me missing all my opps, it’s boring as f-ck when they not out (yeah)
she say, “leave it in”, i pulled it out and left it on hеr eye
i’ma rich ass young n-gga, n-gga play, his ass gon’ die
and i hopе you never play with me ’cause it’s a eye for a eye
i took this rap sh-t for fun, ain’t know sh-t ’bout bmi (skrrt, skrrt)
and i told that b-tch she cnn, that old p-ssy done got tired
i treat these b-tches like they bases, i just f-ck ’em, then they slide (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, i’m in this two door with my top gone (vroom) with a opp’ lil’ b-tch, she drop her lo’ and get her top blown
hold on, wait, drop that window and pull up at this parking lot
n-ggas talk too much, i don’t like to talk, n-gga, i won’t talk a lot (skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
i don’t talk a lot, i just get it done at parking lots (skrrt, skrrt)
pull up skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, yeah, yeah) with thirty chops at publix parking lot (yeah)
i’m at save a lot, what you tryna do? i don’t save a lot
i won’t save sh-t, i pull up to nieman’s and pull it out
heard them n-ggas say they bending in, we right back bending out (skrrt, skrrt)
what you know about goin’ on spinning drills? yo’ dawg gon’ squeal or not? (skrrt, skrrt)
i know some n-ggas getting that fetty in (what?), not the ones with the closed eye (yeah)
what you know ’bout goin’ to sleep, first day of school with the clothes out? (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah (yeah)

[outro]
yeah, i got my heater, got my top gone (top gone)
i’m in here with my heater, with my heater, it got my top blown (my top blown)
i’m in here with my heater, and i’m heated, got my top gone
i’m in here with my heater, with my heater, it got my top blown (my top blown)
seventeen, i’m rich as h-ll, five-hundred thousand
’bout five-hundred thousand
i’m seventeen, i’m rich as h-ll, five-hundred thousand
i was seventeen, woke up one morning, five-hundred thousand (skrrt, skrrt)

- kuttem reese

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