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Parking Lot (ft Casey Veggies & Mike G)

Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than tigger

Only blue print on these vans like I don't listen to jigger (uh)

Cotton-picking nigger, golf wang season sicker than the block

Colette and skate shops, where wolves deal 'em, (uh)

Workshop is awesome, ask dill and let's pretend like

I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers, (um)

Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck

Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor (uh)

Pink haired missus, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips

Now show your tits for mister fuji, take a picture, (uh)

Of is popping like a blister, need some Listerine

Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister (uh)

Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner outta tin flask

Plotting on the babysitter before dinner, and hopefully I get her

If I don't, fuck it then, see I never simp son

Pull the opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitchUntil the ozone leaves and the earth is hot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

The moon not working and the stars align

I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot, yeah(Somebody told me)

I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum

And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge

And ask why bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum

In bikini bottom, I am the biggest problem

This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem

Eaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon(y)

We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthemI'm like goals, those is something you have to stand to reach

My campaign speech elect me, commander in chief

Respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause mass hysteria

But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America

I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold

I'm a fuckin' centerfold, I'm somethin' to behold

I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road

I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coalsUntil the ozone leaves and the earth is hot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

The moon not working and the stars align

I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

Loiter squad lurking in the parking lotIt's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh

A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup

(I thought that you were nice)

Yeah I am slut

I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, yep I'm a mixed mutt

Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case

Golf is the bedsheets, (hat and my t-shirt)

Trashwang sticker on that chima Ferguson

I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen

It's Bimmer boy's boy never swerving in the benz

I'm listening to dead Sam demos on the ten

Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?It's loiter squad nigga

Fucking loiter squad

Songwriters

JONES, JERRELL C./WILLIAMS, MARK/KENT, JOE A. (TRACK BOYZ)Published by

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