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916Koneko
916Koneko
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PACKGOD
PACKGOD
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Softwilly
Softwilly
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Lex Pain
Lex Pain
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PACKGOD
PACKGOD
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L LEG
L LEG
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Softwilly
Softwilly
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(AV with that drip hoe) Ice cream color Bentley coupe, got the strap in there Up the beam I make a scene, they like "Yo, what happened here?" They be talkin', we be money walking got the bag in here They be talkin', we be money walking got the bag in here Used to be lil' broke, so i had to jugg the cashier Heard that he was flashin', hold up, wait, boy come back here Put that bitch up in a void before we get to packin' here Bitch I feel like Mike, leave yo ass with a half an ear I'm on that 20-20 vision, see them switchin' Gotta keep it hidden from the competition I'm just tryna' fit inside her fucking kitten If she keep on bitching, put her in the kitchen Hold up I'm just kidding, you ain't gotta hold me All this green up on me just like guacamole Choppa hit an infidel and made him wholly Lazer sight up on it like it's fucking Broly You don't fucking know me, you a little rodent You just bought a heater, but you'll never load it And my wallet too thick, I can't fucking fold it Got a bad lil' bitch who got pack devotion Finna fly her ass out from across the ocean Got no time for eloping and fuck the trojan Like the peas in the fridge, gotta to keep it frozen I spent ten on my wrist with like no emotion I just hopped out the whip, yeah they think I stole it I just popped me a perky, yeah keep it rollin' Got a stick with a clip all my niggas totin' Back to back on the court, got these niggas throwin' I've been grinding so hard since my adolescence Got my ice from Russia got my sauce from Venice Got a scrawny white plug and his name is Bennet In each state got two shooters just like the Senate And if you really want smoke, you can come and get it Legally I must inform you that you will regret it Since my prepubescent had to keep a weapon And y'all can't afford kicks how the fuck you steppin'? Had to ball like Stephen, OV 97 Two twin Glocks up on me just like Tyler Blevins Gave him one day shipping to the local reverend Yeah this king got no time for no fucking peasants Void cord on my back I'll forever rep it I'm on stake with Drizzy we just placed the bet And keep the cannon on me like I'm Jango Fett And never was a nerd unless its with the tech And think he got the message, bitch I'm omnipresent I got two white shooters names is Smith and Wesson All my money elastic I'm never stressing Gotta make it happen, I ain't got no blessings, lil' bitch Lex, back on that bitch Cold wrist, put a bag on that bitch, uh yuh Name out the list Old Glock got a name out the list Bitch I'm the devil I came out the mist I got angels around me, they cuttin' my wrists Paint me a body I cannot resist I'm in disguise with blood on my lips Any motherfucker with a problem with one of us imma' Pull the fuckin' trigger till you up, yuh And you know I gotta keep it tucked, yuh Case somebody wanna get fucked, aye So wassup? Ain't nobody tryna' get cut, yuh Pull out the pistol and stunt, he on a roll cuz he in the blunt (bitch) Bitch boy, you cannot be hangin' with the clique boy Pull up in a beamer like I just got me a hit, boy Top of the notch, I'm a god with a Glock When he fuck around know that my choppa ain't got no recoil Im gon' spin yo block like a B-boy Outta my mind, might search and destroy Living in hell, my body a shell And my soul is there for a demon to enjoy
Writer(s): Lex Pain L Leg Pack God Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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