Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Park It Sideways, artist - Slaughterhouse. Album song welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Park It Sideways |
You know we’re 'bout that club life, thug life |
Got this bitch pumping… |
Pocket full of money (we rollin') |
Pocket full of money (we rollin') |
P-p-p-pocket full of money |
Y’all niggas fake as fuck |
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn’t make this up |
I live in a real estate like it’s housing |
Life is grand, like a thousand |
Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain |
I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers |
Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us |
So I suggest you… |
Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs |
So many bitches we don’t know, don’t know what to do with them |
Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them |
To tell the truth, I think beating it is easy |
So when I say I pop a model, y’all got reasons to believe me |
Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weeknd CD |
Wanna fly in for the week and you see me |
Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be |
With the track, and she fuck me fast |
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass |
You know we’re 'bout that club life, thug life |
Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life |
Pockets full of money (we rollin') |
P-p-pockets full of money (we rollin') |
P-p-pockets full of money |
Park that motherfucker sideways |
Park that motherfucker sideways (we rollin') |
Park that motherfucker sideways |
To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit |
Like A.I. |
I cross over when I’m near a mic |
I stay fly even though I got a fear of heights |
I aim steady when I’m gunning with one of them nines |
And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind |
My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy |
Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds |
Like a broke nigga, I ain’t got nothing to lose |
But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes |
And shawty mouth is under my (ooo?) |
I can’t say that, radio don’t play that |
I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that |
But it can never blind me, now where my raise at? |
Yeah, boy, this is payback |
Y’all was hating back in May, so I said «Hey"and bought a Maybach |
The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at |
Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak |