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bass santana - loudpack lyrics

to b-ss be the glory

[verse 1: kilo jr.]
sippin’ that lean, codeine i dream
weighing out drugs in the triple beam
kilo be the plug, he about to [?]
n-gga got stripes like a referee
hit a couple stains like mr. clean
had to get the money by any means
breaking all this bread, share with my team
anger problems so i smoke on green
strap in my lap, i’m finna squeeze
if a n-gga run up, he get hit with the beam
put a dot on your head if you’re f-cking with me
a n-gga mad chill, it ain’t hard to see
got a bad b-tch and she all on me
shawty off a bean, now she feeling me
put it in the gut and i made her scream
[?] she can’t lay with me
when these l!cks hit my line gotta [?]
you a bum -ss n-gga, you ain’t chasing green
don’t hit my line, you can’t hang with me
all my n-ggas so dangerous
i know a couple n-ggas that be banging bloods
i know a couple n-ggas that be banging crip
if you try my clique, you won’t look the same
you’ll have a better chance just running away
came with the heat, we gon’ let it spray
put it in the face just like some mace
n-gga make a move, i won’t hesitate
you a weak -ss n-gga like a featherweight
you a b-tch -ss n-gga like a poodle breed
bape on my body so i look supreme
gang, gang
bape on my body so i look supreme
gang

[chorus: b-ss santana]
loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
smoke dope, dope fiend, dope fiend
b-tch you got that loudpack
loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
smoke dope, dope fiend
b-tch you got that loudpack

[verse 2: lxuisavage]
this that sh-t that i spit
her p-ssy wet, got her lit
sipping lean, b-tch i’m weak
i feel like [?]
i feel like [?]
i feel like [?]
got supreme on my chest, h-lla weed in my chest
my plug said he got a nympho, yeah she love the s-x
bad b-tch give me neck
took a chain [?]
[?] the p-ssy work, but i let ’em smoke the rest
b-tch i’m a savage
b-tch i be balling
i go and get it when that money be calling
see me lacking but that boy ain’t bout what he talking
yuh, pull up with them ratchets and put bodies in coffins
this that sh-t that i spit
she trying to f-ck [?]
call up spooky when i need a free pint of lean
this that sh-t that i spit
she trying to f-ck [?]
call up spooky when i need a free pint of lean

[verse 3: b-ss santana]
hold my d-ck with the pack
take a sniff [?]
i ain’t f-cking no more hoes until i hit a l!ck
juggin’ out my main b-tch, whip with the sh-ts
took a hit and she ain’t ever been the same since
god d-mn it, how do you manage?
i smoke that dank from planet [?]
it do some damage
up in that p-ssy, [?] i dab it
she get so ratchet
up in that p-ssy, [?] i dab it
she get so ratchet
aye, turn up, b-ss
all my hoes got att-tude problems
she take d-ck, i take her bullsh-t
bis-xual, bipolar, gotta buy everything in the store one l!ck
talk that talk, don’t talk to me
silence that n-gga like e
young b-ss god with the st–ze, aye
only ’til a n-gga od, aye
run it, god
pick a lil green for the summit
mama mia, hold on
look at god, showed your b-tch how to bun it
i don’t need to turn up like ooh
never hear me say “i do”, yeah
they don’t like the way i move, yeah
[?] verse on my baby honey
better have my motherf-cking money

[chorus]
loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
smoke dope, dope fiend, dope fiend
b-tch you got that loudpack
loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
smoke dope, dope fiend
b-tch you got that loudpack

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