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Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit Bitches on chemicals Moving bodies, sensual, sexual Cynical, octopussy killer tentacles Drown many of clown nigga Bitches'll do it to ya every time Ashes and ink every line Yo I swear I live the pimp life more than a couple times The way I get in they minds without ever spending mines Take a boss out to eat weak bitch, I want surf and turf steak Big shrimps, hundred percent show If I'm in the building, your ho's trailing my scent yo You know Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit (Life) Life (Life) (Roll something) Audio dope Overdose, you'll go out like Scatter man Watch classics, learn from the masters Extract data man I got the pounds and the million dollar plans SongtexteGrand steering wheel in my hand Mama next to me rubberbanding up them grands Finna hit the car lot Cop two champagne sedans Bitches drunk wanting to fuck, I'm sitting on the trunk rolling one up Come on we can ride Burn trees down, switch cars on the east side Vercetti Andretti, Corleone family Watches heavy, strong arms Snatch the world, carry it home Me and my girls break a piece off, stuff it in a bong Hit the couch, turn the game on Yea, homes Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit Jet life Closed session Closed motherfuckin session Three of em Ha ha ha Aus Songtexte Mania