Curren$y & Young Roddy - Parking Lot Pimps lyrics

rate me

Sunday night rider, got my bitch driving

I'm passing to the side and something look like it's flying

Audio dope on the stove like a frying pan

I can get you more, what you want, long as you buying it

Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them

Designer send me looks, you gonna have to stand on line for this

You off in the club balling out while I'm outside of it

Three wheel motion, sun roof open with my partner then

When your girl saw me slide she died to get in

And live that Jet Life, momma told you kill yourself, kid

I lit the doobie then I slid with her

Baddest bitch in the party, I didn't have to go in to get her

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

And I stay lifted off that dosha, in my four door rolling

Out here tryna get it, bitch, I'm tryna make a fortune

Headed for that money, bitch, stop asking where I'm going

‘Cause you ain't got no business being up in my business

First car was a wide body was too small to get in it

First bitch was a bad bitch, tried to share that hoe with my nigga

I got this girl buying J's for me, nigga, real talk, I'm pimping

I do this shit for my niggas, bitch, I do this shit for my niggas

Long night with that trap life, shit, I might as well smoke something

Was way too young to even hit the club, shit, I might as well post up

Lil’ nigga, big business, make her exit out 'fore she entered

I'm leaning on my whip, hun, her friend tryna get in it

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Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp