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 paaarrrrk
Sunday at the paaarrrrk
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 girll
Shawty gon choose when she see me lean
Make the draws drop fast like my TV screens
So high think I might overdose
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