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• Artiste: Micall Parknsun
• Titre: Wotchalookinat?
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Featuring Joker Starr (Intro) Yea Ah What the fuck ya lookin at? Ha! (Hook) Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun You ready? In the dance lookin ounce out son Lookin around, screwed face, wotchalookinat? Clap, give me that weed Give me that cash Give me that peas or you get clapped Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash For my CDs, wotchalookinat? (Verse) Yea, he’s back with the hard shit So high in the sky, in the cockpit Man’s like in the tier with his chocolate Oh my, he desire with a drug pick, bang Like right in the top lit Just me on the beats, fuck topic Yes pea made the beef with the mosh pit Indeed with the keys I’mma lock this down Yea, I’ve come to own it My rhythm to the track is broken I’m still spittin with the rap of chosen I keep racks spinnin til the track is smoken Hah, this is far from over I’m one with the style like a doctor, water It’s been a little while, now I’ve come to slaughter It’s a fact, now I’m back with the rap to haunt ya (Hook) Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun You ready? Bumpin around, yammin G’s on bum Lookin around, ice crip, wotchalookinat? Clap, give me that weed Give me that cash Give me that peas or you get clapped Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash For my CDs, wotchalookinat? (Verse) This is next level perfect Like riot you intend with the hurtin Like bise in the 10 on the murkin It’s beef like me with a gurkin Plus G’s in the bun, you’re a dumb rug Don’t pull me a con, you’ll be undone It’s real, it’s raw, you can run come I’ve got much more if you want some Tick tock, count down the conundrum I want big pounds in a lumpsum I’m back, I’m brass and I want one I’m blazin ash but I want sung Hah, prepare for the outcome With the flow that I hold I ain’t outdone ‘Cause I’m so old school like outrun I’mma soon show you how it’s done son (Hook) Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun You ready? Bumpin around, yammin G’s on bum Lookin around, food spillin, wotchalookinat? Clap, give me that weed Give me that cash Give me that peas or you get clapped Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash For my CDs, wotchalookinat? (Verse) I’ll take you back to the days of the running man Pin tucks fonzy, all rich Cunningham Quasar, brave star, plus the finding caps E man, quinja when he turn bout cap I must be in, I won’t lose, I ain’t havin that Ride with em like horse with saddle bags If you’re selling shit raw you can have it back Cat flix, get kicked like Jackie Chan I’m losin my focus Switch flows but nobody notice The mic’s in my hand and I’m destined to hold it It’s part of the plan to suggest that I own it Uh, get lost in the moment Take two draw to the chest then hold it Exhale out, I’m a death man’s flow in Inhale, takin the breath man’s all in (Hook) Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun You ready? Drivin around lookin for beef what gone What you lookin at sir? Wotchalookinat? Clap, give me that weed Give me that cash Give me that peas or you get clapped Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash For my CDs, wotchalookinat? (Outro) What the fuck are you lookin at boy Wotchalookinat? Wotchalookinat?