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yung flexzo - park the car كلمات أغنية

[intro: yung flexzo]
(ayo zay, load the drums up)
(bl!ckz in this b_tch too…)
(yung flexzo, hoe)
yeah! (skrrt!)
(boom boom boom!)
ayy, park the car, n_gga—leave the engine runnin’

[verse 1: yung flexzo]
caught that opp lackin’ in traffic, i told lil’ bro, “park the car” (skrrt!)
hop out, ski’d up, two sticks like we playin’ guitar (brrt! brrt!)
heard they talkin’ out they neck? now they pourin’ shots at the bar (p_ssy!)
we don’t diss on live, we just spin blocks in foreigns and ars (grrah!)
dropped three pints in the faygo, my cup darker than my heart (sip sip)
b_tch, i got rich off fent, i ain’t never punch no clock (f_ck no!)
he a keyboard k!ller, on the net he actin’ hard (cap)
but i done seen his b_tch_ass sprint like sonic in the yard (zoom)
i don’t trust n0body, i talk to my fn at night (facts)
he got hit, now he blinkin’ like thе studio light (bing!)
pillow_talkin’ got his dumbass clapped by his wife (dumb b_tch!)
bl!ckz in the cut, maskеd up like he fightin’ for life (whoo!)

[chorus: yung flexzo]
(b_tch!)
park the car, park the car (skrrt!)
load them sticks, we goin’ far (grrah, grrah!)
f_ck your clique, f_ck your block
flexzo back, this sh_t don’t stop (nah)
k!ll his mans, then spin his blog (spin it!)
leave that boy inside a box (boom!)
we don’t play no games with opps
we hit gas and park the car (park that b_tch!)
[verse 2: rado bl!ckz]
(boom!)
rado bl!ckz got a drum, look like a minivan (baow)
he was beggin’ for his life, now he prayin’ to his instagram (p_ssy)
ops talk tough ’til we slide, now they switchin’ clans (huh?)
i ain’t beefin’ on no threads, b_tch, i’m cuttin’ hands (slash!)
i was raised by dope fiends, k!llers, and grave dirt (dirt!)
told that ho “no love,” just nut on her face first (sl_t!)
police hot, but we still movin’ like it’s game turf (facts)
that switch hit like bass drums, sound like wayne’s verse (grrrah!)
i ain’t hidin’, i’m in traffic with my hoodie on (boom!)
snuck a .30 in the party, turned it to a sing_along (la la!)
he said he gon’ slide? we gon’ see what he really on (bet!)
left his blood on his tracksuit — that boy got villy’d on (bleed!)

[chorus: yung flexzo & rado bl!ckz]
(grrah grrah grrah!)
park the car, park the car (uh_huh)
load them sticks, we goin’ far (we goin’ far)
f_ck your clique, f_ck your block (b_tch!)
flexzo back, this sh_t don’t stop (don’t stop)
k!ll his mans, then spin his blog (spin it!)
leave that boy inside a box (brrt!)
we don’t play no games with opps
we hit gas and park the car (boom! boom!)
[bridge: yung flexzo – aggressive whisper]
(shh… ayy, park it…)
one shot to his dome, ain’t no warnin’
ops sleep in packs, call that sh_t good mournin’
you send subs, we send coffins
we ain’t talkin’, we just offin’ (bah!)

[outro: rado bl!ckz]
(flexzo… bl!ckz…)
we don’t argue on the ‘gram, we just slide with intent (boom)
you got a ghost gun, b_tch, i got a soul full of sins (soul full)
told that thot to lose my number — all i want is revenge (get outta here)
say he solid, he foldin’… now he floatin’ with fins (bye!)
(skrrt… and park the car.)
(park it right on his mama’s lawn.)

- yung flexzo

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