Lyrics:
to do
From the morning I wake up
I start packing all my stuff
Tell the homies, tell the family
I gotta keep on going
From the morning I wake up
I
your bowels
Take the Hershey Highway
Fudge packing men
Fudge packing men
Fudge packing men
Fudge packing men
A manly man
Fudge packing men
traced
This is the way that we rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go
There's something in the air
There's something in the wine
That something's got me feeling
I ain't packing up and leaving this time
I'd rather be right here
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Imagination Movers Had Fun Today
Imagination Movers Had Fun Today
Packing up our boxes and putting them away
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef in the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me
Sexy
Attitude
Versatile
A little rude
Game changer in the these streets packing heat status
Elite
You know this boss shit a habit
You know that QUEEN
But why
Why
Baby why you mad, go on, tell me why you're mad
Packing s**t up in your bag and you're leaving out the back
And you hopping in that
I'm packing my bags 'cause the journey is over
And we were never good enough for each other
You put me through hell every time that I tried
the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I
always praying
I'm always praying
She told me that she'll stick around but nw she's packing
And now she's packing yeah
So much we know
Should I tell it
to Scarif
Patrolling on the beach
And I'm looking like a sheriff
Gotta get the plans
To the rebel fleet
Death Star pulled up
And it's packing heat
She wanna
Packing up the body don't test me
Packing up the body don't test me
Hands up in the air like don't arrest me
We aint even tripping bout the next
I’m a savage
I be blasting that automatic I stay pistol Packing
MCM and custom jackets closed casket aye I Be killing shit
If we talking fashion bitch I
Dont think they want no action
Aye catobandz
Tec savage
Let em have it
Dont think they want no action
(Too late too fake)
Cause all my niggas packing
the T house tryna get this cash in
On the roads sides, my pants dem sagging
Bae bae knows this, waist side and I'm packing
When I talk I'm rapping
No capping
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped
Had to get that ash
All of my niggas on two
Guwci he packing a tool
It's lit when I step in the room
It's lit when I step in the room
All of my
jumping like Kangaroos
Yea I'm packing heat with my gorillas like a zoo
Like what it do
Always talking beef but won't ever pull up and shoot
Toolie stuck
Packing no action
But I really keep a pole
Acting I'm lacking
What happened
Thinking that I'm froze
Racking I'm stacking
Like I really know my goals
It get dirty even bout ta bitch
Tino really keep a .30 pistol packing in the whip
You get buried right by where you live
Know a few who pull up
yeah you got me packing up
Why you acting up? damn you got me packing up
Why you acting up? damn you got me packing up
Why you acting up? damn you got me
to much Chris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I'm packing's real bad
If I could grab a hold of your
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