Jake Paul – Park South Freestyle (Audio, Lyrics)

Jake Paul is here with “Park South Freestyle”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Jake Paul Park South Freestyle

Jake Paul just came off of a huge win against Nate Robinson as he knocked out the former basketball star in the second-round of their boxing match. Prior to the fight, however, Paul was getting some bars off and decided to drop a brand new song that speaks to his current level of fame. The track is called “Park South Freestyle,” and it’s certainly something that will polarize music listeners.

Immediately upon putting on the song, you quickly come to the realization that Paul made this song so he could flex on his haters real quick, prior to his fight. Paul is one of the most hated men on the internet and with this track, he ultimately rubs his success in the faces of all those who oppose him.

Jake Paul – Park South Freestyle

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Lyrics

(J-J-Joey)

Used to have to with that hatchback, we was hangin’ off Parkway
How the fuck we on Parksouth? It’s a quarter mile to my driveway
Got money comin’ in five ways, I ain’t slept in like five days
I just landed in the U.K., had to switch the Richard for the time change
Know the lifestyle make her eyes gaze when she see the money comin’ in
Lil’ Jake had to duck a blick charge, get a lawyer, that’s another M
Twin Lambs in the front yard and the Cullinan got the models in
M.I.A., we in Liv’ for the night, tell Grutman, “Bring the bottles in”
I ain’t never had a Ghost, unless it’s a Rolls and they bringin’ writers in
I could give you boys discounts like the holidays, got a lot of pens
Y’all goin’ out while I’m goin’ in, I ain’t leavin’, got a lot of plans
She love the way that my diamonds dance and this VV smile cost a lot of bands

Four cars deep, ridin’ in, popstar girls slidin’ in
And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain’t really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M’s
Could’ve went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada bitch

Rockstar, heavy metal shit, Crossbody come with hollow tips
Opps still love to pillow talk, nickname me the “Problem Kid”
Get ’em goin’ for the irony, fifty bands for these Prada jeans
And my wrist game on a hundred bands, ain’t no tick-tock in my timepiece
And that G5 is what fly means when I touch down on that island
Bad bitch, she a top ten and she popped up in my comments
My shit hittin’ top fifty, I’m really what’s poppin’
You boys tryna find y’all way out, I did it, no problem
I don’t even wanna talk these days, I’m really just locked in
Phone numbers gettin’ switched these days, I don’t really like contacts
Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back
Twenty-three and I’m this rich, how I ball, NBA prospect

Four cars deep, ridin’ in, popstar girls slidin’ in
And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain’t really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M’s
Could’ve went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada bitch
Four cars deep, ridin’ in, popstar girls slidin’ in
And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain’t really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M’s
Could’ve went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada bitch