Lyrics:
on the plug and get the pack for free
Catch you fucking with the oppaz spinnin shit broski gone toss it
I was popping Percy's drillin shit i swear to god i
dig
Man we aint seen nothin
Yer girl wanna be with us
Na I heard she want a
Mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While
ad una massa di coglioni
No non seguo religioni seguo solo situazioni
capita di stare in mezzo ad una maaaa
Amo la mia chioma, non chiamarla
corner
A young member of the pack aliponyoka
Kama embassy sticks back then nilistand out nikaset standards
Tell them
Toka class three nilijua mi ni star
Darlin', pack a suitcase
Let's get away and start over
Smoke a J by the waves while we sip on some ice cold Corona
Let's take it back in the day
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
on pavement they spill blood in the Street
They walk your City as packs of Wolves Steel-capped Doc's are cloven hooves
Don't cross our Path or you will Catch
the dab catch a contact from clouds
That we exhale
The best flavors your lungs can get
You can bet stay all in my packs
The paper jets stay set for take off
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
they ass inside a pack
(Dead nigga)
Made a movie with a groupie, bend her over
Break her back (Groupie)
When I fuck, I pull her tracks (Yes, sir)
Boy,
him welfare in Jamaica
CHORUS
He went away and I'm here by the window
Trying to catch a glimpse of sun
Well he went away and I'm here by
[Chorus]
All this drinking going catch up
And all this smoking going catch up
But some niggas just really don't give a fuck
But some niggas just
abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if
old habits I just call them something else
Same old fears of being by myself
I'm not lonely I'm just all alone
I'm not tired I'm just running out
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
use throat
He on the road still
He pack a pole still
I cannot say who I fucked still
Jump in the kitchen, I body build
I get a check every time that I
the deep end, imma catch you by your Jaws
Yeah I don't slack
Drop in on the mat
You can't hold me back
Tit for tat
Chargin' like a horse
You cannot attack
in the air? We call that opp pack (opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped (shit)? Nigga, how?
What's that in the air? We call that
allowed
Your mama finds out she ain't gon' be proud
You put a man like me into the ground
You let me down
Yeah
A lot of you and less of me
You don't catch
ship
We gone pull up leave him faceless
Keep me a pack just like dora
She said she in love with my aura
Do a drive by with my doors up
Double cup twice
the big revenge
Creeping down the street when I catch your friends
Give him the biz like he inherit from kin
Always pack heat got beef to the end
Love
nothing like these niggas, stop comparing me
Aye stupid
Flipped all these packs, made me a mogul up in my streets
All that net talk, leave you tied up by
find me a girl
I don't want to be part of the pack, I just want her back
I feel so weird as I dance with the guys
Trying to catch those fit girls eyes
galang dada
galang gwwaan yaw sah
yu nevvah ad noh life fi live
jus di wan life fi give
yu did yu time pan ert
yu nevvah get yu jus dizert
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