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Pack The In My Car

you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin' Twinkies shinin', pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my

couple pounds? I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town So many bricks, I can build my own apartment Ya better a check, when ya come in my department

tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way too packed Rose baby, waste two stacks Hardest thing in the lot that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind

[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth

but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood

than to hate you, girl I, I want you to know You're my, you're my You're my shawty Say you're my, you're my You're my shawty Girl, you make me Dumb

God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which will probably take away from my ends Then hope it take away from my

deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my

that I finish my business Can I get a witness? There's no better feelin' than this I don't wanna stop, my body needs it Knockin' me right off of my feet