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austin crute - pack lyrics

[intro]
i think i’m f+cked up

[verse 1]
i wanna freak
i wanna meet
eyes low and squintin
i came a lil geeky
i’m in the vip
not at the bar
mj i beat it
i beat all the odds
poppin’ my top
i got some stocks
i keep a rubber cause
i got some thots
they cannot touch you
when you get too hot
all of his fans is some friends and some bots

i put my standards way at the top
grease in the pan man
i’m ’bout to pop
stash the advance
that’s not all i got
more cash in my sock
ain’t got no hamper
i like to shop
yes i’m a dancer
i like to bop
know that i play a lot
i need to stop
give you smoke
give you c+ck
[chorus]
i got the pack
i got the pack
i got the pack
i got the pack
look at my hands
i got the pack
look in my pants
i got the pack

break all your back
ay+oh
get in your bag
ay+oh
i can’t rеlax
ay+oh
i want it bad
ay+oh

[verse 2]
i got the pack
i got the stack
look wherе i am
they up the tax
look at my gram
try not to fap
them n+ggas scam
they like to cap
i’m off the map
ain’t comin’ back
turn on the flash
like i’m a pap
booty’ll clap
booty’ll skat
aboo dat m bap
sh+t got me jazzed
i got ideas
you wanna hear
i’m on the pier rollin one up
i’m like a sia
no chandelier
they try to swing and ask can i f+ck
yeah cause i’m handsome young and a sl+t
eat up a man
but still got no gut
never be d+mned
i come from the church
like some gauze in the cut
[chorus]
i got the pack
i got the pack
i got the pack
i got the pack
look at my hands
i got the pack
look in my pants
i got the pack

break all your back
ay+oh
get in your bag
ay+oh
i can’t relax
ay+oh
i want it bad
ay+oh

- austin crute lyrics

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