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With the French blue pack, with that French blue
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
pack
He swear that shit smokin
Come shop any time of the day
I be open
I'm ridin black truck wit da K
When I'm rollin
You know once I get in a play
I'm
You can't fuck with me, you get splat
Once your whore come through the door, you cannot get that bitch back
I pay twenty for the whole pack
Broke my
hit it once
Pack that lil hoe up like lunch
Designer weed I smoke on runtz
Polo tees and a beater
Skinny jeans and my forces
I might cop me a Beamer
go in on a pack
But I ain't going for all that (All dat all dat)
Fuck a swisher know im rolling that gas
Dutch or Backwood back to back (Dat gas dat
Raven I see you, Tuki
Holla at em man let em know how we do
Been through so much
Feel like I been here before
And I ain't never gave up once
I'll always
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga,
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
a six pack. Your feeling is
They need to just stop and get lost. But the shock
Is that it’s all in your head. Yep, they just wanted to talk
Of course it's
smash it up
I'll hit it all night long
Smash it up, smash it up
And once I smash I'm gone
Girl you so hot
You could spark a match
Me and funny wanna flip
Motherfucker I'm taggin your toe
Like the jigga man said
Put your ass straight to bed
I know peeps in these streets
Man we all pack heat
Everything that I am
4 Once
Written By: Kayzha Akimonè & Chris Lanard
Chasing after you is something I won't do
I'm not like those other girls that your use to
Babe
This
the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year
(Triple Blacks on my feet, Ye only dropped em once
Cali packs in my wood, only zati blunts
Yeah, ayy, bitch, huh)
Triple Blacks on my feet, Ye only
all that shit until you're caught up in an alley
Stupid motherfucker, man I swear!
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday so I
after all
Look at the picture I draw
Nobody's perfect by law
Don't be ashamed of your flaws
Cuz we still fresher than a fashion show
Yea I know I'm next
broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
Cause bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin'
not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come
a sheep is what you make
The TruMan sho is here and I'm tired of all the fake
Dinner's ready and not everyone gets a plate
Cuz in a wolf pack Hunter's bring
a sheep is what you make
The TruMan sho is here and I'm tired of all the fake
Dinner's ready and not everyone gets a plate
Cuz in a wolf pack Hunter's bring
with this kind of money yet
Yeah, I got an Audemar, I ain't set the time once
And I know they say they shine, I ain't seen 'em shine once
All these
York Bitch count bands
All stacks
Got a light skin bitch gone make shit clap
Got a dark skin bitch help me flip packs
My L.A. bitch won't call me back
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