Da Ballad of Jazzy Parker

Yeah,
Hey Mrs. Parker
Let me talk to your daughter
She staring at me and I saw her
Face card on valid
I know seen your face serving bottles Monday night
And I hate to say it but you wasting all your prime
I'm like hey lil mama what's the problem?
You polishing
You wilding
So fine,
I'm surprised you ain't famous yet
Have you flying 'round on different jets on the regular
Got cash here and money there
Baby I'm a slum dog millionaire
From Cali, one day I finna take you there
'Till then safe travels, take care
Then, we both gone in the air
Back home where we both belong
And I don't know if she'll respond
Read receipts is off
Shawty playing the same game but I ain't never lost
Added me to her private story I guess we get along

Walked by me everyday I wonder what you think
I know what you doing when you wear them jeans
When you walking around me
Ooh, shit
Props to your mother,
Hey Mrs. Parker
I'm tryna love on your daughter
Make her come
Stay with me in Bahamas
For one summer,
Weather just like a sauna
I don't want her to be cooped up in her apartment
Rather see her couped on some car shit
Baby here's card spend anything

Whatever you want
Yeah, yeah
Whatever you need girl you know I could provide
Whatever you want (yeah, yeah)
It's the 714 tonight
Girl come to my side (yeah, yeah)
Girl you know I can provide whatever you need (yeah, yeah)
Mrs. Parker I just need your blessing



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Palomo
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