Park歌词

Mama I knew I was 'bout it
Way before venue was crowded
Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend
I told him to level, go ****** on the feelings
Don't nut on her face
Trust me I feel like the man
Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock
You can depend on the stock, watch
****** I got ten in the pot, drop
All of my limits could die
All of y'all ******s
All of my limits could die
Look at you timid as ******
And you holding me up
And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj
Rich as a ****** in the drop
Rich as a ******, rich as my ****** on the side
Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got
Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet
Don't question your passion
We flipped every ****** we couldn't be a******ng
They got me so high that I look like I'm passive
******, don't you know who you asking?
****** have you tutored the pastor
I know the root and the master
I know the coupe was a casket
I had that ****** looking like all the ******t that I’m writing
That ******t was so good that I passed it
Bust that ******t straight out the plastic
****** I ain’t good ****** I’m crafty
I want to piss on a rapper
I just got hookers and pampers
******s line up when I practice
I’m not a savage, I don’t do ******t just to do it
This going precise as we planned it
I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family
Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy
You down for this ******t are you Brandy
Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric
3500 in traffic
****** I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
****** I'm savvy, wait (hey)
Wait, look, ****** I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
****** I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
****** I'm swagging
****** I might shoot at your camera
****** I might shoot at your camera
****** what's happening?
******s won't piss on your grave
****** I might piss on your family
****** what's happening?
****** I might shoot at your camera
****** I might shoot at your
****** what's happening?
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
****** I'm savvy
Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's
Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya
It's alot on the line
These hoes wanna ride on the line
These hoes ain't no bible of mine
Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's
If sixteen ain't enough
I could swing it twenty-five
I could tell ya how to go
I could tell you where to ride
I could tell you where the