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florence mayez - packs lyrics

[verse]
and that’s on me, my n_gga, mom, and all my g’s
can’t f_ck with the drill, no love for triple c’s
was last year when i was broke, i roamed the streets
cut ’em off, then go pop me some ecstasy
hey, ain’t no time for enemies
n_ggas fake, i swear to god thеy blendin’ in
run this sh_t, could call my ass the presidеnt
n_ggas be so fake, i swear that god be pressin’ ’em
yeah, on my momma, oh my god
hey, pray to god i don’t get shot
vacuum seal that sh_t and don’t get caught
’cause minnesota hot, bunch of n_ggas getting dropped

[chorus]
yeah, west end when i trap them packs
hey, all i wanted was some cash
hey, you be hatin’ ’cause you mad
all the time, like on my grind, you n_ggas got no class (hey)
stay yo’ stupid ass in class (hey)
always hit my line to match, hey
but you never got no gas
all the time, like on my ma, you n_ggas got no class
[outro]
hey, had a stash up in the back end (back end)
e called me up but that was past tense (that was past tense)
i was stuck there wondering what happened (what happened)
knew he wasn’t cappin’, had to get ’em, catch ’em lackin’

- florence mayez lyrics

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