Packs歌詞

作詞 : Akeem Joseph/Marlon Fung
作曲 : Andy Garcia
Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom
That'll turn that ***** to a ghost
Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
****** walk around this s**t, no hope
Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty
****** wanna bang, want no smoke
***** had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
***** tryna stack, show you how it go
Follow my eyes, s**t gon' be right on the prize
Repping the set with the gods
Split up them pods
Run up the check to get high
**** it, my *****, we crying
Out of my mind, most of these ****** is lying
All of my s**t a design
Look at me shine, ***** might hit a few lines
Then I might bang on your dime
Do it, I hope
You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
Repping the coast
All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
Word to my bros
Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
Blowing my ****
Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs
Taking those shorts
Jedi, I came with the force
Roll up and spark up the torch
Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous'
This for the ****** we lost
Don't trap on the corner, killers is in the town
***** not ducking 'round
**** with the growers, hit me, I need your loud
Shipping, you get your pounds
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella ****
Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
Grew to a money tree, as it should be
Got some young ****** gunning while on LSD
They want my hundreds, start hitting the *****
When I open like auras, she thought I was cute
Hold up, now you retreat
Make you bow to the feet
I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my speaker
Don't get your people annihilated
Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated
I reside in the group with the finest ladies
Free my mind now I move with no limitations
We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
Blowing recreation, ***** penetrate
Ain't no ******* trophies when you in the grave
Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
Manifested my future on daily basis
Getting stoned like Medusa, 'bout getting paper
Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors
Only blow OG, that potent flavor
*****, roll me a dollie and then I face it
Wrap that s**t tight so they cannot trace it
Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

PacksLRC歌詞

[00:00.000] 作詞 : Akeem Joseph/Marlon Fung
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Andy Garcia
[00:15.999] Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom
[00:18.055] That'll turn that ***** to a ghost
[00:19.806] Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
[00:21.949] ****** walk around this s**t, no hope
[00:23.616] Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty
[00:26.136] ****** wanna bang, want no smoke
[00:27.704] ***** had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
[00:30.086] ***** tryna stack, show you how it go
[00:31.608] Follow my eyes, s**t gon' be right on the prize
[00:33.938] Repping the set with the gods
[00:35.586] Split up them pods
[00:36.776] Run up the check to get high
[00:38.033] **** it, my *****, we crying
[00:39.649] Out of my mind, most of these ****** is lying
[00:41.980] All of my s**t a design
[00:43.658] Look at me shine, ***** might hit a few lines
[00:45.890] Then I might bang on your dime
[00:47.603] Do it, I hope
[00:48.554] You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
[00:51.535] Repping the coast
[00:52.672] All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
[00:55.532] Word to my bros
[00:56.665] Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
[00:59.626] Blowing my ****
[01:00.674] Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs
[01:03.609] Taking those shorts
[01:04.709] Jedi, I came with the force
[01:06.033] Roll up and spark up the torch
[01:07.493] Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous'
[01:10.068] This for the ****** we lost
[01:11.692] Don't trap on the corner, killers is in the town
[01:14.006] ***** not ducking 'round
[01:15.787] **** with the growers, hit me, I need your loud
[01:18.144] Shipping, you get your pounds
[01:19.721] I got the packs if you got the racks
[01:21.628] Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
[01:23.427] Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
[01:25.546] Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
[01:27.548] I got the dough, who got the dro'?
[01:29.523] Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
[01:31.478] Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
[01:33.528] Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
[01:35.480] I got the packs if you got the racks
[01:37.552] Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
[01:39.500] Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
[01:41.520] Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
[01:43.497] I got the dough, who got the dro'?
[01:45.483] Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
[01:47.654] Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
[01:49.526] Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
[01:51.528] Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella ****
[01:53.384] Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
[01:55.535] Grew to a money tree, as it should be
[01:57.597] Got some young ****** gunning while on LSD
[01:59.559] They want my hundreds, start hitting the *****
[02:01.442] When I open like auras, she thought I was cute
[02:03.435] Hold up, now you retreat
[02:04.459] Make you bow to the feet
[02:05.564] I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my speaker
[02:07.496] Don't get your people annihilated
[02:09.477] Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated
[02:11.146] I reside in the group with the finest ladies
[02:13.428] Free my mind now I move with no limitations
[02:15.340] We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
[02:17.326] Blowing recreation, ***** penetrate
[02:19.051] Ain't no ******* trophies when you in the grave
[02:21.257] Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
[02:23.284] Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
[02:25.195] Manifested my future on daily basis
[02:27.175] Getting stoned like Medusa, 'bout getting paper
[02:29.210] Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors
[02:31.312] Only blow OG, that potent flavor
[02:33.296] *****, roll me a dollie and then I face it
[02:35.247] Wrap that s**t tight so they cannot trace it
[02:37.409] Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it
[02:39.215] I got the packs if you got the racks
[02:41.477] Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
[02:43.433] Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
[02:45.494] Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
[02:47.497] I got the dough, who got the dro'?
[02:49.465] Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
[02:51.468] Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
[02:53.498] Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
[02:55.512] I got the packs if you got the racks
[02:57.501] Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
[02:59.413] Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
[03:01.568] Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact
[03:03.516] I got the dough, who got the dro'?
[03:05.446] Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
[03:07.547] Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
[03:09.595] Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

Packs歌詞,PacksLRC歌詞

歌曲名:Packs  歌手:The Underachievers  所屬專輯:《Lords of Flatbush 3》

作詞:  作曲:  發(fā)行公司:未知  發(fā)行時間:2024-02-11

歌曲ID:4183113  分類:Lords of Flatbush 3  語言:  大小:3.44 MB  時長:03:46秒  比特率:129K  評分:0.0分

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