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mobbin - parks lane lyrics

oooooooo got my n-ggas in the car you know we creepin’
sleep with one eye open cause you know we feastin’
slightest movements give me reason
have a n-gga singing carols christmas season

(woah) pop in flowing like a river
smooth snake skin hear em coming as they slither
keep my circle tight around me cause my n-ggas they some k!llers
coming in too hot you know you’ll be a body bag filler
i can see the road up ahead
stacks are always coming keep the bank account fed
going up why the f-ck they looking down
we ain’t got no harness if you fall you’ll hit the ground
living care free yeah yeah know there ain’t no stopping
shooting to the sky touch the stars talkin’ real rocket
drop top moving wind blowing through the air
now we in the section bring bottles with the flairs
take a couple shot, i take them b-tches to the head
had a couple foreigns that can lead me to the bed
sh-t got crazy can’t remember the night
woke up in the bed one on the left and the right

ooooooo you, know, mobbin on the low
someone move the sign to catch em slippin on the floor
tip toeing around i keep my movements really slow
cause if you let em know your game you won’t be winning any more

(godly q)
gq, sneakin’
godly q and the q is for quit playing with me
3am, workin
slap a n-gga stupid talking foul to me (foul to me)
i don’t know why n-ggas wanna talk down on me
i’m a king but my cup runneth over
try to catch me (ha goodluck) four leaf clover
you don’t want this weight i carry on my shoulder
b-tches got me pressed like two plates
most of these b-tches walk around two faced
walk up stupid on me and i’ll shoot you in yo face
stay sleepin’ on us that’ll be the end of your days

(turn this mothaf-cker up)

(parks lane)
step inside these doors i got yeah you know they’re suicide
go make your decision either you do or you die
don’t get to overthinking cause your time is limited
look at your surroundings it’s bout time you fitted in
louis v on my belt, on my feet, plus the bag
spent another 700 on my louis v rag
is there any other way for me to go any higher
just like michael jordan, 93’ just might retire

- parks lane lyrics

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