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Packet Man

Digital Underground

Sex Packets

1990

and that one that says orgy
And, by the way, I need something for my woman]
Sure, I got guy packets [Cool, give me some of em]

Now let me tell you how

Cut the Check

Mac Miller

GO:OD AM

2015

get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb

still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
Hundred bundles by 9AM, is a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good,

still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
Hundred bundles by 9AM, is a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good,

the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love

yo 100
Your partner give me loose, loose
What would you do
If your partner bitch trying to fall
Your bitch is ready for
No tell your partner what's up

Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and
A hundred dollar billers
Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'
Keep your eyes open
For real niggas

Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick
Yeah I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can
Find 'em with the seashells

I'm addicted
Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted

Quavo! Whoa, Addicted to the money, man
Ugh! Touch down on the plug
For a hundred bands

crazy
Traphouse jumping like KD
All these bitches and I’m
Trapping out the mansion
Counting up blue hundreds in the
Back of the phantom from the bando

I know that you can't
I can buy that car, I know that you can't

No you can't, no you can't
You don't sip that lean by the pint
You a peon, you don't

choppas, fully loaded

Big ol' watch, got it staring in they face
Ask yo bitch, I got bands by the weight
Real runner, I just drove 'em outta state
I'm

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

Damn, baby
What's your fucking name? god damn (Murder)
Goddamn, goddamn 100 hoes
BitBoy Beats acid, acid (Damn)
Acid, acid (Murder) damn
Acid, acid

PnB, how they did Takeoff
They'll take a hundred years to prove to niggas they ain't soft
Big Hit', sittin' in a hole as I write this
Holdin' your

intentions of hurting me (Hurting me)
Surprised by the things that I do so authentic they thinking its perjury (They thinking it's perjury)
So many say that

digits that is
Let's go
(Let's go)

Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like

be lying through their grinning
Talking bout they're diamonds dancing you can barely see the rhythm ey
Last night I probably took a shot like a hundred

I stood lonely by the muddy river I saw a stranger on the other side
In the middle swam a sinner he was cryin to be sanctified
I called brother

guarded by, Mistress Good Luck!
And, only good things happened to him every time.
Mr. Misfortune,
a lazy-dull man, was guarded by,
Mistress Bad Luck!
And,

Hook:
I'm 100-0 on st-catherine's strip, a sinner and my life is like an acid trip, spinnin and my cup's full, spillin and it's been a long day don't

Hundreds in my pocket
Trick, im ballin Out
See me in the streets
They be callin out
I picked you up
When you were down and out
We run the game
We

By faith the walls fell down
After they were compassed

Seven hundred one thousand days
Seven days one hundred breaths
Seven hundred and seventy

RUNNIN ft Wopo Tha Don
Produced By: AYEODIDDAT 
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E , Wopo Tha Don

Hook (F.A.M.E):
I don't know where I'm going 
100 miles