Lyrics Pass The Parcel – D-Block Europe
G Wagon ’cause the cars is out
I put two-hundred on the dash, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Celine fashion, I’m the fastest out, there ain’t no limit to the gas
Share these b**ches like it’s pass the parcel, rich as**ole
Yeah, there’s no answer, uh
My n**gas dancin’ with Berettas in the uh-uh-uh
You can tell by the logo we gettin’ it
You can’t get in the premises with no membership
My n**ga got it, for the low low, plug like Lulu
Good p**sy make me think VooDoo
Take your sh*es off in my car, uh-uh
Suite so high in the cloud, come touch the star, uh-uh
Stay down ’til you come up
Then stay down when you come up, when
Nobody wanna do the work, we do it one up
Stay down, let me figure it out
I keep this glizzy when I’m steppin’ in town so lightly
Steppin’ out so I Prada you down
You puttin’ extras on the bag you bad, you so pricey
Couple racks on a dinner date
Bae, let me innovate
I ain’t back, but, I been away
I ain’t sippin’ lean, bae, I been awake
They thought us getting money
Thought a thing would change
G Wagon ’cause the cars is out
I put two-hundred on the dash, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Celine fashion, I’m the fastest out, there ain’t no limit to the gas
Share these b**ches like it’s pass the parcel, rich as**ole
Yeah, there’s no answer, uh
My n**gas dancin’ with Berettas in the uh-uh-uh
How long can you wait Tell me, how long it would take
Two fifty on the car, but tell her Uber’s on the way
I’m outside rockin’ chains on the mains in my BAPEs
I need to fly away
Hit the sun, I need some dates
Switch ’em like watches, now, I’m runnin’ out of space
How long will you wait
Now, we took it very far
All these VVS’ took me out the dark
Money got levels
Caught her f**kin’ on another n**ga
Just to make the other n**ga jealous
Rich n**ga gonna learn
You’re either dyin’ or you step, lil’ n**ga hit a lick
He trying on Pateks
The five-nine, the nine, the ice so cold
Yeah, your brown eyes, the brown eyes, them rose gold
If she ain’t from the same city change your phone code
G Wagon ’cause the cars is out
I put two-hundred on the dash, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Celine fashion, I’m the fastest out, there ain’t no limit to the gas
Share these b**ches like it’s pass the parcel, rich as**ole
Yeah, there’s no answer, uh
My n**gas dancin’ with Berettas in the uh-uh-uh…
➤ Written by Young Adz, Dirtbike LB, Eight8 & R14 Beats
Album: Lap 5
Produced by Eight8, R14 Beats & AMENT
D-Block Europe | 2022
