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Field Mob
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At the Park
作詞:Darion Terrance Crawford, Shawn Johnson, Jamal Jones
Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park
Now what you gon' go do after church Hit the mall snatch a hat grab a shirt Wash the 'Lac wax the 'Vert clean the truck We finna ball stash the strap and pass the purp
Me and my dogs ridin' old school whippin' in the back street Lookin for the tickets on the strip like Zaxby's Now them hoes is out boy believe it When they be cute I have to stop 'em
Love myself some Georgia Peaches And daisy dukes wit apple bottoms Police tell us leave we wanna chill Free plate took the cooked meat on the grill
Shawty gon' choose when she see me lean Make the draws drop fast like my TV screens So high think I might overdose Behind tint gettin' bent tint smokin' dro
Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park
I'm at the park tryna holla at every girl The paint on the Chevy drippin' like a jheri curl We covered in candy on mustard and mayonnaise We ride 30 spokes while the others on fan blades
We firin' up the dro bumpin' Frankie and Maze Top down sittin', low chillin' under the shade Watchin' cars, cruisin' I should walk wit jewelry The broads they choosin' baby how you doin'
Some barbequin', playin' cards they losin Everyone gets stupid, then they start to shootin' もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Patron in the trunk wit the coolers of brew skis We dogs on the hunt for thick hips and the booty
Fresh dressed like a million bucks You see me I keep cologne Red Monkey jeans cuffs Then I step out the car then I thought, oh no I got back in I forgot my one zone
Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park
Hey, it's a ghetto fashion show, who came the freshest Who donk the meanest, who paint the wettest It ain't you that's why ya chick chose me I park a big body like Miss Monique
Freak ho tight clothes, showin' off her belly ring Look like she twenty-five prolly only seventeen It's Shawn Jay y'all know how I buy homie New antique tags 2 2 9 on it
Hard tops and drops halter tops Broads flop and jock we watch and clock Got a plate of macaroni pork and beans and ribs Two pieces of light bread cool aid to sip
It's hotter than a sunny day in hell Can't wait to get to the park like it's money in the mail We smokin', drankin', kickin', it chillin Maxin', relaxin', celebratin', yeah
Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park
Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park
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