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joe parker - parker gang lyrics

[verse 1- joe parker]
im a beast im a dog im a canine
make a b-tch go down like a baseline
feelin woes and my soul in the daytime
snipin pucks in the net like im 8 9
we dont waste time, you ain’t neva gonna take mine
f-ckin on yo b-tch like its durin playtime
lacin up now its pay time
been finessin since age nine

we go from the 631 to the 310
and im whilin out when i see the blow
got it cookin mixing all up on the stove
keep that sh-t to us but they wanna know
we travel in packs we dont ride alone
trappin up in rome finna get some dome
got ya b-tch like a dog tryna get a bone
betta tell that hoe to stop hittin up my phone

hit yo b-tch wit the drops like poseidon
bouta stab you in the gut wit my trident mothaf-cka whatchu thinkin we reside in
cuck squad been craftin and designin
whippin up in the foreign that we ridin
use the brights now these mothaf-ckas hidin
in ya girl like sid cause im divin
hoe wanna give me top while im drivin

now that i know that she blowin im done wit her and she ask where im goin
tell her dipset cause you a side and i know this sh-t can’t stop me from growin
lightin up like glowstone cause you know the kid always f-ckin glowin
ayo baldo we still rowin, cause there ain’t a day that we not flowin

all my boys in cuck squad got a gold medal
number one not number 2 flowin delicate like a rose petal
take it to the rim we gon slam and we dont miss like my name melo
smokin on the good sippin on the lean boi bet you better call the devil
on a hunned level
parker

[verse 2-lil cucky]
cucky clapping cheeks since the boi was just a kid (holy sh-t)
b-tches slimin on me like a f-ckin squid
thought i couldn’t do it but i guess i f-ckin did
boi we rankin on the charts, cucky on the f-ckin grid

im spittin this sh-t like im cleva
im shootin my shot like baretta
ill spaz and ill bust on whoeva
jp the main n-gga foreva
startin a war like vendetta
they prayin to me like im mecca
f-ck on a b-tch named rebecca
these n-ggas are flowin extreta

shawty give me head like a sprinkler
leadin like commissioner
bars so hot got its own heat signature
makin all the haters wash away like conditioner
try to cool me off, you gon need a d-mn extinguisher
i be spittin everyday, thats just what lil cucky do
you gon see bout 20 b-tches if you walk into my room
ill sweep you like preds, homie get the f-ckin broom
money been the f-ckin goal since ya boi was in the womb
if you wanted f-ckin war, then you shoulda brought the heat
ankle breaker, like the lakers i will break you off yo feet
got the money and the shmoke, we ain’t ever losin sleep
cause the squad always blessed not a day that we dont eat

[verse 3- a$ap baldo]
second verse on the album, what a mothaf-ckin outcome
flyin like i am a falcon, shoot a p-ssy wit a magnum
i got hoes because im trappin bet yo -ss im goin platinum
we got kush i bet you had some b-tches thinkin that im handsome
do the most, got the flows, hoe you know how this sh-t go
10 cars need more sp-ce just to park on the road
bet we pull up wit the draco on a p-ssy and a foe
homie really thought we run the whole game on the low
…but you wrong if you thinkin that
hit yo b-tch from the back
baldo baldo on the track
im the greatest in the trap
hoe be sittin on my lap
im the plug, run it back
if they run off bring the gat

[verse 4- ge$us]

hands down im the best boi bet im number one
b-tches trappin n-ggas dappin but my foes are on the run
cause the fire gettin lit, always hotter than the sun
neva scared of no n-gga even if he got a gun

call me gesus for a reason cause there ain’t no one superior
my b-tch she want the d-ck, ima find the whole interior
yea fitty thou from the top, couple mil left in the jet
got these bois salutin, but i ain’t no cadet ai

[verse 5- childish jordino]

jodo bring the strap, got the heat like its miami
n-ggas switchin up, boi, you would think that they some trannies
red dot, f-ck the ops, clappin cheeks, like its sandy
b-tches at my f-ckin crib, tryna steal the f-ckin xannies

man the feds on the move neva guess when they gon pop out
leave a n-gga wit the iq of a drop out
4, b-tches, wit the, kid, they all get the knock out
if you ain’t in the squad n-gga you is locked out

- joe parker lyrics

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