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could make songs
And still burst packs
Free my big bro loops, on his final third lap
Niggas hating cah he a made a
Quick 50 in the can
Always saying I got

Ich bin der, der jetzt am Rad dreht
Ich bin kampfbereit – Alphazeichen umgedreht
Also, was willst du denn tun?
Ich komm' in deine Hood, pack'
Dich und

give a fuck

Pop a tenth, so I can leave this earth
All the things you said to me, no baby
They don't work
The last time you gon' see my
Face is printed

Everybody in the mob about that gunplay
Saw a nigga last week, he lost his whole face
Thirty murders in one year
They took the hood away
They're setting

splash on my jeans
I'm in the pagan zone just lurking
In all black like Nanny Mcphee

Grandma found a pack in my room
Now she's mad for true
I'm just there

in a minute gotta head to the bar
Put cologne grab a pack burn a cigar
Packed to the lungs man I fill with tar
She by that chair by the pool
Shaking

a wave, catch a break. Walk the streets with the dog pack on chains. Keep busy solving others' problems. Ignore the fact that you've got your own in spades.

stay glad we separate, glad I took you on no dates
I see diamonds in my face, yes they shine, in my line

I got thots, many kinds, tryna fuck, anytime
If

bag
Please don't touch that
Nugget on this bitch face, she tryna look back

Matter of fact, I just got a chick
I think I love rap
Nigga, stop that
Grady

If it don't make money
It don't make sense

I was busy flipping packs
Trying to make rent

Good nigga
But at times know I ain't shit

I need a bitch

Now the 
Breeze in her face 
She tempting me
Touching me so tenderly 
U turn skirt
On beverly 
Back to pillow talk 
cnd ecstasy 
We go through

wake up I ain't got no plan
Pigs gonna give me ten I'm riding dirty got contraband
Pack ain't got no stems I'm smoking on runts I'm smoking on kill
Way

zehma la street cred, c'est tous des pétasses

Pire que le fou du village, tous des poucaves
Vont te faire volte face

C'est triste ces filles
Fait belek

RG say he got'em, He know imma get'em
It's wolves in your pack, it don't look like you fed'em
Cause I see the jealousy I see the hate
Put it on God he

is the ting was feeling euphoric
My balls and ego enormous
Make gyal then swim in her ocean
Last night was hazy visions as2aqi
Symptoms of packs

of control when i
be rubbin on your thigh
Loved her for life
But Now i just get high
Roll another one jus
pack it real tight
Jae be my plug since day one
Crazy

minutes
Preme fanny pack, cash in it and a Welch's fruit snack stash in it
Pond sitting in the Rolly face got some Koi fish just to splash in it
I don't

had to learn to play it like a poker game
If you love me say it every day because emotions change 
Most my enemies then turn the packs, we don't smoke

chemical
This weight on my chest
It leave me a mess
Can't be depressed gotta count up these checks
Nut on her face then I'm on to the next
I spoke

kicks
Then she saw my face, full of money, she took a hella lick
She saw herself in Seven days she know that she'll be getting rich
Powder on her nose she

money I wake up I ain't got no plan
Pigs gonna give me 10 I'm riding dirty got contraband
Pack ain't got no stems I'm smoking on runts I'm smoking on kill

Stay behind them screens
You ain't talkin', man, your fingers talk
Say that to my face, and I promise that you can't talk
This money that I'm makin' buy

heaters
They ain't ever believe us,
Wore the beater with handkerchief
Ready to meet us when we blow,
How to manage, pack phony

Fools like baggage, they

I'm every meaning of a gee that niggers pretend to be
This ain't a script what you see is what you see is what you get from me
Pussy better fix his face