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Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea standin' knock right here

You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system

Your shit be soundin' like this

Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed

Get brain in the four dot six range

Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you

Switch slames bitch flip big caine

I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast

Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed

Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab

Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny

Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes

Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass

I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels

I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill

Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard

They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard

They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad

Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage

Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless

Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless

Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office

'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses

When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious

Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers

'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous

Standin' in the azure with white air forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot

Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'

Everyday we be off the chains

Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at

So when I holla at you, holla back

Everyday we be off the chains

Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy

S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty

That's four dubs not S Four dub

Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox

Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box

One sixty push my wheel, mash cops

One sixty took my wheel to cash drop

Run sixty you big will, match cop

Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'

New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column

Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'

Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'

Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'

I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'

Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons

Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen

You can catch me in the parkin' lot

Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'

Everyday we be off the chains

Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at

So when I holla at you, holla back

Everyday we be off the chains

Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?

I can't fit 'em all inside the escalade

So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'

Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand

Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man

Everything on the dash, digital and

I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man

In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot

I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks

Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat

Then we burn up the streets, bitch

You can catch me in the parkin' lot

Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'

Everyday we be off the chains

Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at

So when I holla at you, holla back

Everyday we be off the chains

Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can catch me in the parkin' lot

Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'

Everyday we be off the chains

Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at

So when I holla at you, holla back

Everyday we be off the chains

Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

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