The reason your bitch rubbin' on her titties cause her back to clay
Ms. Parker, my bitch always outside lookin' extra thick
Your nigga broke, sittin' on the couch eatin' fish sticks
A hundred rounds left at the scene, left his momma sick
Bitch shakin' ass in my cup, got me in a different mood
Thick lil' Latina and I like a lil' attitude
Mad as f*ck when I had no juice, bitch I'm feelin' screwed
She suck the whole dick, drinkin' nut like it's health food
My white bitch scarlet, slim thick like Johansson
The rock hard nigga so electric like Edison
Fruit punch what I like to take with my medicine
Gang comin' through the back door, brought the weapons in
How you really ballin' with only one line up in your cup
How you really ballin' when you ain't never seen him countin' up
Ken block 220 on the dash, they ain't keepin' up
Kevin James, she gettin' chocolate wasted like a grown-up
Like, she's you a pimp? I'm like, nah, I'm a pro
She like, oh, you a mack? I'm like, yeah, bitch, you know
I put bitches on the blade and dip, she callin' when she got the chip
Ten to ten, the mandatory way, bitch, you know the script
Addicted to cheese, crackin' bitches that only speak Vietnamese
Mackin' so cold, bitches beggin' to pay me, like, please
I'm a mack, so I only like bitches bleedin' they feet
Sweet alcohol, I ain't never had to debo no bitch
These niggas mad, they like, damn, how you keep doin' that
I'm a pro, like I said before, pussy, what don't you get
Pullin' off in the RX-7, I went off a Tokyo Drift
Shit fast, do the dash, motherf*ckin' spit flames
F*ckin' up the pavement, yeah, it leave a shit stain
Trey 5 in the wood, good cookies, propane
If you ain't part of the grind team, you ain't gang
If you ain't never seen no hoe, you can't hang
Paid 80 bands for the AP, it came plain
Run around singin' out the trick, I don't need no name
ARP with hollow point, my gun spit out blue flames
I'm livin' with the ball, half-court, it's damn time
Actually new age magic, throwin' new look dimes
Don't got a piece of jewelry on, I bet you that I still shine
Homo-G, that stands for on my own grind
It's a walk with red shine, but now that's rock and peel
Wild, wild west, it's a standoff, nigga, not a duel
Put a final shot with no regrets like Jordan Poole
Flag on the plate, challenge, yeah, they cop off a rule
32-footed cookie last year, I was smokin' round
Comin' off the bench, still ballin' like Malik Monk
Back to big missions on the road, I be gone for months
Niggas talkin' greasy, tie this ass up, throw him in the trunk
Adamthamac - Ms Parker (feat. Sheeshdamac & Omog Ceo) Lyrics
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The reason your bitch rubbin' on her titties cause her back to clay
Ms. Parker, my bitch always outside lookin' extra thick
Your nigga broke, sittin' on the couch eatin' fish sticks
A hundred rounds left at the scene, left his momma sick
Bitch shakin' ass in my cup, got me in a different mood
Thick lil' Latina and I like a lil' attitude
Mad as f*ck when I had no juice, bitch I'm feelin' screwed
She suck the whole dick, drinkin' nut like it's health food
My white bitch scarlet, slim thick like Johansson
The rock hard nigga so electric like Edison
Fruit punch what I like to take with my medicine
Gang comin' through the back door, brought the weapons in
How you really ballin' with only one line up in your cup
How you really ballin' when you ain't never seen him countin' up
Ken block 220 on the dash, they ain't keepin' up
Kevin James, she gettin' chocolate wasted like a grown-up
Like, she's you a pimp? I'm like, nah, I'm a pro
She like, oh, you a mack? I'm like, yeah, bitch, you know
I put bitches on the blade and dip, she callin' when she got the chip
Ten to ten, the mandatory way, bitch, you know the script
Addicted to cheese, crackin' bitches that only speak Vietnamese
Mackin' so cold, bitches beggin' to pay me, like, please
I'm a mack, so I only like bitches bleedin' they feet
Sweet alcohol, I ain't never had to debo no bitch
These niggas mad, they like, damn, how you keep doin' that
I'm a pro, like I said before, pussy, what don't you get
Pullin' off in the RX-7, I went off a Tokyo Drift
Shit fast, do the dash, motherf*ckin' spit flames
F*ckin' up the pavement, yeah, it leave a shit stain
Trey 5 in the wood, good cookies, propane
If you ain't part of the grind team, you ain't gang
If you ain't never seen no hoe, you can't hang
Paid 80 bands for the AP, it came plain
Run around singin' out the trick, I don't need no name
ARP with hollow point, my gun spit out blue flames
I'm livin' with the ball, half-court, it's damn time
Actually new age magic, throwin' new look dimes
Don't got a piece of jewelry on, I bet you that I still shine
Homo-G, that stands for on my own grind
It's a walk with red shine, but now that's rock and peel
Wild, wild west, it's a standoff, nigga, not a duel
Put a final shot with no regrets like Jordan Poole
Flag on the plate, challenge, yeah, they cop off a rule
32-footed cookie last year, I was smokin' round
Comin' off the bench, still ballin' like Malik Monk
Back to big missions on the road, I be gone for months
Niggas talkin' greasy, tie this ass up, throw him in the trunk
Ms. Parker, my bitch always outside lookin' extra thick
Your nigga broke, sittin' on the couch eatin' fish sticks
A hundred rounds left at the scene, left his momma sick
Bitch shakin' ass in my cup, got me in a different mood
Thick lil' Latina and I like a lil' attitude
Mad as f*ck when I had no juice, bitch I'm feelin' screwed
She suck the whole dick, drinkin' nut like it's health food
My white bitch scarlet, slim thick like Johansson
The rock hard nigga so electric like Edison
Fruit punch what I like to take with my medicine
Gang comin' through the back door, brought the weapons in
How you really ballin' with only one line up in your cup
How you really ballin' when you ain't never seen him countin' up
Ken block 220 on the dash, they ain't keepin' up
Kevin James, she gettin' chocolate wasted like a grown-up
Like, she's you a pimp? I'm like, nah, I'm a pro
She like, oh, you a mack? I'm like, yeah, bitch, you know
I put bitches on the blade and dip, she callin' when she got the chip
Ten to ten, the mandatory way, bitch, you know the script
Addicted to cheese, crackin' bitches that only speak Vietnamese
Mackin' so cold, bitches beggin' to pay me, like, please
I'm a mack, so I only like bitches bleedin' they feet
Sweet alcohol, I ain't never had to debo no bitch
These niggas mad, they like, damn, how you keep doin' that
I'm a pro, like I said before, pussy, what don't you get
Pullin' off in the RX-7, I went off a Tokyo Drift
Shit fast, do the dash, motherf*ckin' spit flames
F*ckin' up the pavement, yeah, it leave a shit stain
Trey 5 in the wood, good cookies, propane
If you ain't part of the grind team, you ain't gang
If you ain't never seen no hoe, you can't hang
Paid 80 bands for the AP, it came plain
Run around singin' out the trick, I don't need no name
ARP with hollow point, my gun spit out blue flames
I'm livin' with the ball, half-court, it's damn time
Actually new age magic, throwin' new look dimes
Don't got a piece of jewelry on, I bet you that I still shine
Homo-G, that stands for on my own grind
It's a walk with red shine, but now that's rock and peel
Wild, wild west, it's a standoff, nigga, not a duel
Put a final shot with no regrets like Jordan Poole
Flag on the plate, challenge, yeah, they cop off a rule
32-footed cookie last year, I was smokin' round
Comin' off the bench, still ballin' like Malik Monk
Back to big missions on the road, I be gone for months
Niggas talkin' greasy, tie this ass up, throw him in the trunk
Writer: Adam Marzette
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid