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Butcher's hand chops off Surrealistic face-pack masque For children with a hindread past. Oh! Collective ladies shine shoes for 10 cents.
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout I hold the burner on the delo In this age
got the face. She's got the face She's got the face and her face is her ace in the pack Hitched too young to a twat in a band He was only fit for
niggas be wildin' placing hollow points Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos Over sore
But ganin' on the corners Hidin' their cut backs while attend into the mourners Got eyes, Behind our back Wash your mouth Face the pack! Out
Addicted to the high, so I tell my goons let's take a trip Five G's to the face with a pack of runtz, I minds well take a rip They thought I was
It’s a pack more less not a gang And we change 2-4 every May yeah Not all that much to say? Straight from the bush to your lane yeah You ain’t
racist On me you cannot face this Why can't ya man just face it Pack hitcha' face like face lift I never had reason not to quit I end up putting gucci
I know, no matter where I'm going Gotta take couple packs to the face muhfucka I smoke I be on the road inna drop top pull up to the hotbox drippin'
road Now I’m gunnin down, on ya, down Gunning for the ransom Break me out Bang, bang you hear me now Lay, lay face down I pack you off, one body
face me Studs in the pack so you that im facing Flying away Can't stay on the ground Weight on my shoulders I bring round the pounds Well there's
Yeah me and yo bitch we finna collide And you know me im taking my time Fuck with my boys and you'll get a black eye Still smoke a pack to the face
gone, I'm gone Pack my shit up and go, I'm getting wasted Pack my shit up and go, I'm gonna face this Pack my shit up and go, I'm getting wasted Pack my
Money falling out the roof yea I gotta lotta tunes I can't feel my face off this pack yea I'm smoking glue Know my momma gon cry if she see me
shooter gone heard they sent em out placement We still gonna spin it don't stop got to face it The pack getting stalled so it's back to the basics Make
always wanted true love but y'all livin wack I grind 'til I soar, stacking paper by the score They look at my face like alittle pack of whores I'm spitting
in space) (Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face) Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off
I'm Flippin' packs Ma'Fuckin' Flippin' packs (I'm Flippin' packs ) I'm Flippin' packs Flippin' Ma'Fuckin' packs (I'm Flippin' packs hoe) I'm Flippin'
a bill like Cosby Serving pill like Cosby This that pack inhale make a face like Cosby Gangsta, certified loverboy it ain't sexy for that ain't sloppy
bis zur Weser Drei, vier Uhr vielleicht später Drei, vier, fünf Cali Packs im System, man Face to Face bist du anders Dieser Film ist kein Race ich
a hunnit faces Then pack up a hunnit bowls And then put them into rotation Let's see how this shit goes Cause we got that good kush And its rolled tight
back no more So pack your bags, get out that door dont want to see, your face no more So pack your bags, get out that door cause i don't want you, i
a wolf without a pack I'm a wolf without a pack Face to face with All of my fears To turn my demons Into pears I've cut my ties Broken my chains
flow knick juniors, why don't you Face it? Pack a carry-on, they told me to carry on He gon' bury mom, stoned like he Flareon Keep the heater, done
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