Lyrics:
Hey What Yayo
What Yayo
Awoah Agoddamn I said wait tho (meow)
I POP I SWANG I POP PILLS EVERYDAY
I LEAN I WAVE THIS CODEINE TO THE FACE
SHE
And I'm throwing hundreds like I don't know what money is
Talk to my face, let me show you what funny is
Get in your truck, go pack it up, you fat as fuck
like 10 blocks down
(10 blocks down) heard he got that pack
Then my niggas gun him down huh?
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh ooh, yeah (Huh?) bitch
Snuck in with
on the road.
Well it hurt me to no end to see the back of my best friend
Guess I'll go and pack my things
And I'll get back on the road again
Well I've
EEE (This is indelible.. ) E - E
Yo, 1985 got red top live and it was
Ten to the decibel, my lifelong prize, so I was
Part of the pack, pardon that,
couldn't find out what's the reason (why?)
Now that hoe back on my team, 'cause my neck wet like a squeegee (woah)
We served them packs in the net, we get
face
On my ass but getting paid
Oh my god I hit the blunt and
Holy fuck I think it's laced
USPS loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers
Off
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
jiggy catering to what your feeling
Pack it to the floor up to the ceiling
Shake
What ya momma gave you baby don't let nothing break
Yo watch cause we
Face Nord, paré à n'importe quel type d'intempéries (Face Nord)
Où sont passés les enfants terribles? (Où?)
Certains sont dev'nus des putains
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
Copper plus chrome dat Warlord pack
Tell mi, gunshot when Warlord want
Face nyam dirt, pon di ground
Mi gun see inna concert den come di dumb
Man a badman
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come running back to me
It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door
Jada Pinkett Smith (Woo, Rich)
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm
Today the landlady she said to me (what did she say?)
Your loony friend just made a pass at me (slap him in the face)
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage
(I'm the dope man)
A fifty pack or whole sale (I'm the dope man)
A whole block, or whole zone (I'm the dope man)
You need it, I got it (I'm the dope
of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all bat
its always on loop in my brain
Its sticky like glue all the guilt and the shame
Having bad thoughts better kill it with my flame
Pack another cone
a molly inside her, her panties broke
Straight out the garden road map in my pack
I hit all the boof 'cause he passin' them packs
Run off with the work
the night man I can't help but to think about you
I gotta face the truth man I miss the smell of channel perfume
Another day that went on by coming back alone
Send them n*ggas come get you where you lay 360 Runaway with the cake
Risktaker I'll put it in your face
Risktaker I'll put it in your face
Some of my
better?
Yeah
I seen love turn to hatred
Blue Faces
Turned my old friends
2 Faced'd
We been blazing, star gazing
Smoking good and forget 'bout how you ain't
I can't take it, too much going on
Hit me before I can brace it
I'm downtown with Ced drinking Henny
I gotta face it
I wanna find love, but I gotta
And I'm lettin em Knoww
I still got that iron in my Neiman
I'm gone take me this face it's gone take me to space cause these thoughts in my head be
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