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letra de i can't even park - sugs, lucien gray, cohst

sugs [verse 1]
sorry for the delay
don’t know me by the music, only know me by me e-name
tryna read my journal, she want proof that i am insane
this one sound like rihanna, it get better upon the replay
in the desert out with chan
go tell yo man to follow steps, i’ll tell lucy to trust the plan
sure you making all that bread but who’s the meat inside the sandwich?
only when i’m dead you’ll see what’s took for granted
i was born to hate
goth club, one hand up on my nuts, i show up dressed up like i’m snape
a&e, that’s all my еnergy, criss angel, levitatе
feet up on the human sofa while yo s.o feed me grapes
it’s only up with us, they boogie how they turn it down
broke a heart, i couldn’t look i had to turn around
climbing up to molly mountain, f-a-b in patagonia
we done threw a party in the panamera, pandemonium
no ain’t sh-t sweet or pleasant, peasant come fill up my glass
bottom part mad dog, monster the other half
old girl hit my line, the same one who had snubbed me back in college
f-ck rich brian, i’m the greatest asian rapper and i ain’t even speak tagalog

[hook]
come and see me hoe, want me to d.d? i can’t even park
hit my target blindfolded, left handed, standing one leg in the dark
stop and slow, no sir it’s forward, know you sardines talking to a shark
getting mo’ dough, no homer, 20 beers, yea that’s why i’m so mean to barf
come and see me hoe, want me to d.d? i can’t even park
hit my target blindfolded, left handed, standing one leg in the dark
stop and slow, no sir it’s forward, know you sardines talking to a shark
getting mo’ dough, no homer, 20 beers, yea that’s why i’m so mean to barf
sugs [verse 2]
saw your hubby tryna spend, pipe dream, decline his card
keep your ass behind that line, you in the presence of fine art
you ain’t mrs. claus, ain’t get a morsel or a present off my arm
this look like the north pole? hoe we smoking south carts
call up cps, i smack the sh-t out all you kids
a root c-n-l, sug-d.d.s straight ripping t–th and taking pics
put you on a fish hook, then the same box i put the tackle in
ain’t talk to her for weeks, then hit her inbox like “what’s happening?”

lucien gray [verse 3]
yeah, burnt down the theatre, chicken’s hot but where is mark?
triple s, ya see my vv, open coat, this royal guard
squat it like it’s jarring, only thing you hear is moving shards
yeah my liveleak history lookin’ like a graveyard
goal to blow up, get her dogs out, i’m new based god
heavy on the bits to get it, need to check the vod
keep ‘em on deck
henny-cran in one hand, use my knee to whip
wrap my hair in my fist i got a death grip
b-tch buy me a shirt
ain’t no way around it, ain’t no way around it
yeah, big grin like ben cause i’m drowning
i just smoked so many woods i found the 8 pages
chief special in my pocket, know i’m armed and dangerous
feeling too mangy
don’t wanna d.d. i get too angry
don’t wanna d.d, i just, i just
don’t wanna listen
blink on the cartnite to know what this bliss is
get out, only aglio e olio in my kitchen
big mouth, know if i start talking then i’m b-tching
swinging in a glass house, don’t play cause i’m wicked
back up when i spit, i’m diseased this a sickness
hey miss, can i get too big for my britches?
mfg too heavy now this belt broke, i’m tripping
swept up ass out how you say you a legend
blacked out, babe i’m coming be there in a second
roll the civic, be a minute sorry had to leg it
suplex crown the armor king but this ain’t tekken
pile up the bodies, i’m not getting into heaven
put me on the list, feeing naughty you feel threatened
never not p-ssed, you can see it on my visage
you can…you can
[hook]
come and see me hoe, want me to d.d? i can’t even park
hit my target blindfolded, left handed, standing one leg in the dark
stop and slow, no sir it’s forward, know you sardines talking to a shark
getting mo’ dough, no homer, 20 beers, yea that’s why i’m so mean to barf
come and see me hoe, want me to d.d? i can’t even park
hit my target blindfolded, left handed, standing one leg in the dark
stop and slow, no sir it’s forward, know you sardines talking to a shark
getting mo’ dough, no homer, 20 beers, yea that’s why i’m so mean to barf

- sugs lucien gray cohst

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