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Chiefrockajay - Parking Lots Lyrics



Chiefrockajay - Parking Lots Lyrics
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Flex flex checks
In the lex with a vest
Shawty stressed
Cause I'm richer
Got some figures
Hundred dollars yeah
That's petty income
Pretty welcome
Money don't buy happiness
But it got me Vetements
And when I'm done with that
I could resell get some Helmut next
Yeah that's facts
Shawty I'm lone star
Glowing from the Big Bang
If you knew me back then
Then you only know the old thing
Bad bitch
Got a stick
Shawty love it when I kick yeah
Swerve left, right
Red light
On some local bih
I'm so loco bih yeah
Trying to do some toxic shit
I wanna get wasted
Start a fight in the club
Parking lots out late lit yeah
That bed by 9pm?
They be on the lame shit
Well I'll do that shit by tomorrow
While in jail till bail hit yeah
Trying to do some ratchet shit
Yeah your shawty know me yeah
I like being a reckless bitch
Shawty got the sticky gas
It got me walking on the roof
Got that boy in Number 9 in the boof yeah
Zooted off the Scooby Doo
I like being reckless
I like being chick less
Talk to 59 broads about my day and check this
I don't wanna fall in love with any of em'
I just want some new friends
I just like to talk
Like to talk about my day with a shawty from LA
Shawty said she need some space so I gave her Milky Way
At my job I ran with four bands in my pocket, orale
Chola shawty walk with me yeah
She keep the 9 and 5
No day shifts shawty
I work 5p to 9
Just to buy my Number 9
And the bullets for that number 9
Nina said I had to go and make a heater
Go bling like my neck with the shine, Alemeda
I walked up into the club asking where the cash at
Like I'm bout it but I'm not
I just wanna see if it would work
Told the Houston plug to get work and order jerk
I need that very good Jamaican
The lean it make my tummy hurt
And now my Burnside shawty asking me to get her out
I don't give a f*ck about her I don't know the f*cking routes
Shawty want a rockstar
But shawty not a popstar
I don't f*ck with shawty after cash
She a block star
We in love with the glo all I know
Popping bottles this ain't Arizona bro
Shawty in the Lex checked
One hundred thou on neck
Keep a pole on the left
Incase the Vato wanna step
See how I would ride for you?
Yeah lil bih, I would die for you
You my Nancy I'm your Syd
I ain't gone forget about it
I don't care about a lil bih
Shawty owe me hella money on a silly gig
Flex flex with them checks
In a lex with a vest
Shawty stressed
Cause I'm gettin richer
Got some figures
Hundred dollars yeah yeah
That's petty income
Pretty welcome
Money don't buy happiness
But it got me some new Vetements
And when I'm done with that
I could get some Helmut next
Shawty I'm lone star
Glowing from the Big Bang
If you knew me back then
Then you know the old thing
Bad bitch
Got a stick
Shawty love it when I kick
Swerve left right
Red light
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English

Flex flex checks
In the lex with a vest
Shawty stressed
Cause I'm richer
Got some figures
Hundred dollars yeah
That's petty income
Pretty welcome
Money don't buy happiness
But it got me Vetements
And when I'm done with that
I could resell get some Helmut next
Yeah that's facts
Shawty I'm lone star
Glowing from the Big Bang
If you knew me back then
Then you only know the old thing
Bad bitch
Got a stick
Shawty love it when I kick yeah
Swerve left, right
Red light
On some local bih
I'm so loco bih yeah
Trying to do some toxic shit
I wanna get wasted
Start a fight in the club
Parking lots out late lit yeah
That bed by 9pm?
They be on the lame shit
Well I'll do that shit by tomorrow
While in jail till bail hit yeah
Trying to do some ratchet shit
Yeah your shawty know me yeah
I like being a reckless bitch
Shawty got the sticky gas
It got me walking on the roof
Got that boy in Number 9 in the boof yeah
Zooted off the Scooby Doo
I like being reckless
I like being chick less
Talk to 59 broads about my day and check this
I don't wanna fall in love with any of em'
I just want some new friends
I just like to talk
Like to talk about my day with a shawty from LA
Shawty said she need some space so I gave her Milky Way
At my job I ran with four bands in my pocket, orale
Chola shawty walk with me yeah
She keep the 9 and 5
No day shifts shawty
I work 5p to 9
Just to buy my Number 9
And the bullets for that number 9
Nina said I had to go and make a heater
Go bling like my neck with the shine, Alemeda
I walked up into the club asking where the cash at
Like I'm bout it but I'm not
I just wanna see if it would work
Told the Houston plug to get work and order jerk
I need that very good Jamaican
The lean it make my tummy hurt
And now my Burnside shawty asking me to get her out
I don't give a f*ck about her I don't know the f*cking routes
Shawty want a rockstar
But shawty not a popstar
I don't f*ck with shawty after cash
She a block star
We in love with the glo all I know
Popping bottles this ain't Arizona bro
Shawty in the Lex checked
One hundred thou on neck
Keep a pole on the left
Incase the Vato wanna step
See how I would ride for you?
Yeah lil bih, I would die for you
You my Nancy I'm your Syd
I ain't gone forget about it
I don't care about a lil bih
Shawty owe me hella money on a silly gig
Flex flex with them checks
In a lex with a vest
Shawty stressed
Cause I'm gettin richer
Got some figures
Hundred dollars yeah yeah
That's petty income
Pretty welcome
Money don't buy happiness
But it got me some new Vetements
And when I'm done with that
I could get some Helmut next
Shawty I'm lone star
Glowing from the Big Bang
If you knew me back then
Then you know the old thing
Bad bitch
Got a stick
Shawty love it when I kick
Swerve left right
Red light
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Writer: J. S., J.R. Santillanes
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Performed By: Chiefrockajay
Language: English
Length: 3:31
Written by: J. S., J.R. Santillanes

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