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letra de pack pack - kotadagreatt

[intro]
uh, yeah, huh, yea (lollypop)
huh, yeah, huh, yeah
huh
aye shout out to lollypop
uh

[verse]
want h-llcat, trackhawk, i don’t want scat pack
run in, glock to his face, “where the racks at?”
if you don’t die then, where you play you get patched at
glock like skinbone, b-tch go “blaggat”
lil’b-tch, i ain’t cuffing no thottie or nat-nat
you say you got money, but n-ggas done had that
you coming through here you get flipped like a flapjack
you say want smoke with me, n-gga, come match that, please
smoking on bro, this pack pack
i’m finna have a asthma attack, he beating me, geez
no pole, you on lack lack
you better have hands, because they gon’ k!ll you with ease
glock fast like lightning, ain’t talking mcqueen
this really my planet but my name ain’t sheen
you not on the roster, you not with the team
b-tch, speed it up, hop out
been getting high off- (spit it out)
been getting high off (say it), jiggs and percs (slow down)
f-ck what you talking ‘bout (huh?)
i don’t give a f-ck, what you taking ‘bout, b-tch that sh-t ain’t gon’ work
feel like i’m dying, need a full-time nurse
n-gga know he gon’ die, get standby he-rs-
n-gga know he gon die get a pre rip shirt
n-ggas is goofy, i been doing research

aye, aye
n-gga pj dead, b-tch, be hurt
yo’ mama a junkie, her son a goof, baby daddy dead, i wouldn’t wanna be her
you hop in this sh-t with no knowledge you destined to die
b-tch, better know how the streets work
you doing a hit with that b-tch and she testi-to-fiy
you better not put no trust in her

aye, uh, straight facts
n-gga run up on me i’ll leave his whole face flat
yeah, huh, uh, huh
popped two x, then two triples, that’s eight flats
huh, huh, huh, huh
shoot up the spot, then clean it up, ajax
huh, huh, huh, huh

man, how that’s yo’ opp and you ain’t hit his face yet?
i don’t trust sh-t, b-tch, i double the latex
(and i ain’t talking ‘bout b-tches, i’m talking ‘bout when i go shooting the bl!cky)
man, better not come ‘round this way, leave a n-gga sh-tfaced, hop out swinging the switchy
you coming to slide?, tell yo gang they gon’ miss you
because you gon’ die when the g40 kiss you
[outro]
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
because you gon’ die when that g40 (bllll- blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
huh (blat)
gang, because you gon’ die when that g40 (yeah)

- kotadagreatt

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