| I won’t let you ruin this
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| I’ll keep pursuing
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| Keep that money pursuing
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| I dig what you doing
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| Bitch you be choosing
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| I stay rocking Louis
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| I might shoot a movie
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| I dig what you doing
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| Pull up and park the car
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| My wrist look like aqua
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| I get higher than an astronaut
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| I look like a pop star
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| Can’t fuck with the cops now
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| I can’t be a opp now
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| You can pop like a Pop-Tart
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| Thank God I done got far
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| These bitches keep saying my name
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| I done got popular
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| They do anything for the fame
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| She wan' fuck a rock star
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| Suck until she get lockjaw
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| On my plate I got lobster
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| Got more drugs than a doctor
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| Fuck the way they can’t stop us
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| When it come to that cash, I’m a fiend
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| This that new Alexander McQueen
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| Got a white that’s as wide as a screen
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| No more racks in these YSL jeans
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| Pour that Act and I lean
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| I do this shit for my team
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| I told you that we would achieve
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| That they think we living a dream
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| Cop me a 'Rari and cop a Range
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| I fucked the bitch and forgot her name
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| Ain’t a OG but I got some stain
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| My young nigga’ll blow out ya fucking brain
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| I got me a watch, had to cop a chain
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| I can’t lie man, I still got a lot of pain
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| My nigga got caught tryna rob a bank
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| Swear I miss ya, I put that on everything
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| I’ma walk in that club, I’ma make it rain
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| I’ma change the climate, make it thunderstorm
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| I’ma go put some more water on my arm
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| Got them diamonds that shine like the Armor All
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| Get on my knees and I gotta pray to the Lord
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| Had to choose if I want to be rich or poor
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| And I lift the doors up on Aventador
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| I had some but a young nigga wanted more
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| Pull up and park the car
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| My wrist look like aqua
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| I get higher than an astronaut
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| I look like a pop star
|
| Can’t fuck with the cops now
|
| I can’t be a opp now
|
| You can pop like a Pop-Tart
|
| Thank God I done got far
|
| These bitches keep saying my name
|
| I done got popular
|
| They do anything for the fame
|
| She wan' fuck a rock star
|
| Suck until she get lockjaw
|
| On my plate I got lobster
|
| Got more drugs than a doctor
|
| Fuck the way they can’t stop us
|
| I won’t let you ruin this
|
| I’ll keep pursuing
|
| Keep that money pursuing
|
| I dig what you doing
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| Bitch you be choosing
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| I stay rocking Louis
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| I might shoot a movie
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| I dig what you doing
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| Hop in the 'Vette
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| I feel like the best
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| I had to finesse
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| And got me a check
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| I want a Patek
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| I gotta go flex
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| Put some ice 'round my neck
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| 60 Porto Piguets
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| Say I look like success
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| I look like success
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| Look how I dress
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| Look how I dress
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| My loc brought the gas
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| We blowing gas
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| We jump in that coupe
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| And I drive it fast
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| Pull up and park the car
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| My wrist look like aqua
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| I get higher than an astronaut
|
| I look like a pop star
|
| Can’t fuck with the cops now
|
| I can’t be a opp now
|
| You can pop like a Pop-Tart
|
| Thank God I done got far
|
| These bitches keep saying my name
|
| I done got popular
|
| They do anything for the fame
|
| She wan' fuck a rock star
|
| Suck until she get lockjaw
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| On my plate I got lobster
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| Got more drugs than a doctor
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| Fuck the way they can’t stop us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Park The Car , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп