letra de pac-sun (feat. dread redd) - hookmanjo
when you in the streets and you getting money
then you a target foreal
lil momma so badd lil momma so thick
yea she got that s-x appeal
my dawg on the block
he clutching the glock
yeah got a hand of steal
and i’m in the booth i’m going off top
cause i need a record deal
cause i need a bag today
i got a sack to chase
i’m running it up
i double my cup
i’m sippin on ac today
i’m going the faster way
i’m going bad today
we just been trappin baby
we make it happen lady
i like the way that you work
go head and call out of work
we just gone pop us a perk
f–k round and buss yo shirt
she like the way that i surf
i been that n-gga since birth
i gotta be on alert
cause they took my bro in a he-rs-
y’all n-ggas making it worse
all of my feelings is hurt
they put my bro on a shirt
they left my bro in the dirt
i level up wit the hurt
it’s heaven up under the earth
on i-95 in a merc
young n-gga pushin work
i’m smokin mimosa
in the back of a rover
she bringing me closer
i cannot control her
she taking me over
h-lla weight on my shoulders
pour a 4 like a clover
i’ll be fine when its over
when you in the streets and you getting money
then you a target foreal
lil momma so badd lil momma so thick
yea she got that s-x appeal
my dawg on the block
he clutching the glock
yeah he got a hand of steal
and i’m in the booth i’m going off top
cause i need a record deal
cause i need a bag today
i got a sack to chase
i’m running it up
i double my cup
i’m sippin on ac today
i’m going the faster way
i’m going bad today
we just been trappin baby
we make it happen lady
glock wit a scope yea
choppa turn him to a ghost yea
he want smoke yea
pull up like olidipo yea
cook a n-gga like rotell
get it for the low sell it whole sell
he making plays at the hotel
wipe down the room ain’t got no smell
my n-gga in the trap still
in the kitchen whippin up oatmeal
them f-ck n-ggas broke still
he move like a zombie on percs and pills
call up the plug i need me some work he throw it like tannenhill
we get the pack and it’s vacuum sealed
but shhhh these n-ggas rats fr
my b-tch gone do what i say so
he looking funny get hit with that draco
ain’t no place in my city i can’t go
i’m in his head just like a kango
b-tch i’m the front yard like the migos
do anything just to get to the pesos
yea i had a couple losses had to take those
now a n-gga stacking up chips like leggos
when you in the streets and you getting money
then you a target foreal
lil momma so badd lil momma so thick
yea she got that s-x appeal
my dawg on the block
he clutching the glock
yeah he got a hand of steal
and i’m in the booth i’m going off top
cause i need a record deal
cause i need a bag today
i got a sack to chase
i’m running it up
i double my cup
i’m sippin on ac today
i’m going the faster way
i’m going bad today
we just been trappin baby
we make it happen lady
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