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something I won’t be
Had 10 years fed time in my old V
At any given moment could be up shits creek
God had my back otherwise I’m lonely
Or a pretty round

first seen her
I knew that She was special
Hah
She made me wanna
Pack my bags and leave
The fucking ghetto
But I could never turn
My back on it
Forever

got women coming to me telling me i am blessed
Dwag never ever thought that I would see you cry
Coz all I really know is how to make you smile
Rest in

deceiving
I know you don't believe it 
So many reasons to we should up and run away 
Just pack your bags and leave your phone
So they can't track us on the go

Fuck chasing a bag
You chasing that noose
Your face looking blue
This is my passion
You stick to the cappin
And keep looking silly
I'll reach for my

blow a stack
And then they gonna ask the
Fire department to come over
And imma blow n laugh
Grab ya stash
Gotta pack it up fast
Smiles only attract, so

back.
Quem somos 					Who we are
não pode ocupar espaço				cannot occupy space
no trapo enrolado, 				in the rolled up rag,
no saco, na mala.					in

to sneak a six-pack in your bag
and wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash
so we could crack open our cans
and the time you shaved my head in the front

ain't on shit
Pull up, hoppin' out with switches  gon' leave him on the floor

This bitch set him up in a trap, ain't talking  no home alone
That nigga

And shot out to harlem cause i do this fashion
And shot out to cali bout to get this pack in
The bengals lost again god damn we had them
It's god family

Keep a stack and bag 
Let's get tags 
Spend about rack 

"Pause"
You can be so stressed 
Not the best 
Journey on a quest 
Go off to the west 
In a dress

like old school Pinky

Filling up a drink so I'm finna get loose
First name Wan, I ain't going by Lou
My young boys wildin', made a silly-ass game
With

gonn go go

Yeah I like yo swag 
What don't I like about you
A treasure in a volt what i see in you
Hit it in the limousine you packed with your bag
Old

all the gas with the pack
And they check my bag no touching that
Right by my side I can't never lack
Yeah, she a redhead
She a redhead
Leave her red

I'm Cut in half
My demons slain on one hand on the other
I have yet to make a change
I swear your aim is better
Targets on my back
I shop old navy

a pole, that’s embarrassing you’re like 50 years old.  Country music I didn’t forget about you the whole genre is plagued by a lack of I.Q. You got your

life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle

from the other room


Hangin by thread

What's left of the rope stuck in my head

Never thought we'd get ahead

But here we are closest to dead

In

feel her texting
She just wish I would hit back
I just smile and laugh
I just get in my bag
Leave? I think you should
Where the Pack-Man? where my wood

loved me
Put no man above me
Why you acting funny
New man hell a bummy
He don't even touch no money
I was all up in your tummy
Taste so sweet like some

switching up
Yea we getting up
Tryna put on for both of my towns, do you know what that take
Got different girls in different states
Girl trippin' on my phone

Expanding my planning on other things
Applying that pressure no breaking dree
Sippin crown royal in a crown vic
Got me feeling like the king of kings
Pulln up

used to say, pack your things, get in my sleigh. Presents never came to me
I've been real bad since I was free. Coal is all I ever got, not even a candy

to match me
Flows ain't that pretty
Smiles like I'm the devil, tiny
Could've said some with the pants off
Snare in your teeth, you want some
Smoke your jaw