Yung Stique - Parking Lot Lyrics

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I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Counted up the backend roll a Dutch right in the parking spot
Throw dirt on my name I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
Guess I made him feel some type of way how I be walking round
I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Rolled a Dutch right in the parking spot
I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
I guess I made him feel some type of way
I made him feel some type of way
It funny how gettin Money make these niggas catch a attitude
My dawg just sent a text like bro you got these niggas mad atchu
Well turn me up so moe let's burnem slow that what that cabbage do
Done faced bigger and badder I no what them automatics do
In the hood they show me gratitude I done did that I ain have to do
Hood made a nigga take bath or two
Gotta wash of them spirits
You feel when they listening
They can feel it when I'm pissed
Treat you like Jesus when u rich
But mo like god if u got bricks bitch
I was raised by WM ran cross the tracks
To make my print
We turned the ave to atms made it make sense wit every cent
You no the b.o was the trench, you can't ride thru that bitch wit tint
I remember c.o s on my dick because they knew I would be dis
I broke my hand hitting that lick and my dawg had turned into a snitch
I showed my hand to niggas ain that crazy how that makem switch
Second chances I done really gave to bitches who wasn't shit
Tollem I was gone be rich, I put 3 grams inside this shit lul nigga
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I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Counted up the backend roll a Dutch right in the parking spot
Throw dirt on my name I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
Guess I made him feel some type of way how I be walking round
I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Rolled a Dutch right in the parking spot
I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
I guess I made him feel some type of way
I made him feel some type of way

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I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Counted up the backend roll a Dutch right in the parking spot
Throw dirt on my name I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
Guess I made him feel some type of way how I be walking round
I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Rolled a Dutch right in the parking spot
I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
I guess I made him feel some type of way
I made him feel some type of way
It funny how gettin Money make these niggas catch a attitude
My dawg just sent a text like bro you got these niggas mad atchu
Well turn me up so moe let's burnem slow that what that cabbage do
Done faced bigger and badder I no what them automatics do
In the hood they show me gratitude I done did that I ain have to do
Hood made a nigga take bath or two
Gotta wash of them spirits
You feel when they listening
They can feel it when I'm pissed
Treat you like Jesus when u rich
But mo like god if u got bricks bitch
I was raised by WM ran cross the tracks
To make my print
We turned the ave to atms made it make sense wit every cent
You no the b.o was the trench, you can't ride thru that bitch wit tint
I remember c.o s on my dick because they knew I would be dis
I broke my hand hitting that lick and my dawg had turned into a snitch
I showed my hand to niggas ain that crazy how that makem switch
Second chances I done really gave to bitches who wasn't shit
Tollem I was gone be rich, I put 3 grams inside this shit lul nigga
Top dropped
I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Counted up the backend roll a Dutch right in the parking spot
Throw dirt on my name I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
Guess I made him feel some type of way how I be walking round
I just lost the ceiling in the parking lot
Rolled a Dutch right in the parking spot
I couldn't even tell you what they talking bout
I guess I made him feel some type of way
I made him feel some type of way