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hoodrich pablo juan & jose guapo - juggin dat pack lyrics

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[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
riding in the lowkey with the tint
n-gg- cooking up dope, better open the vents
don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
got a new pair of tom fords like i’m clark kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
now i’m flooding the trap, better call flint
got dog food same color, thin mint, n-gg-
jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
n-gg-, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
jugging that pack, yeah

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
jugging that pack by the ten
jugging that pack by the bale
i jugged the pack, then i go buy a rollie
i’m jugging the pack off the scale
see 12, better bail
street n-gg-s got money for bail
shoot a n-gg- in your face
n-gg-, you better not tell
n-gg- can’t catch every cell
everyday n-gg-, i’m jugging it well
i got the gas, i’m just waiting on the mail
all different kinds of sh-t, i’m having clientele
i used to have to sell the dimes at the store
now i get bricks on the boat
plug love me ’cause young a n-gg- moving that dope
got the keys in the low
and i got the keys for the low

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
riding in the lowkey with the tint
n-gg- cooking up dope, better open the vents
don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
got a new pair of tom fords like i’m clark kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
now i’m flooding the trap, better call flint
got dog food same color, thin mint, n-gg-
jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
n-gg-, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
jugging that pack, yeah

[verse 2: jose guapo]
jugging that pack
don’t call me unless you won’t tell no better
i’m trying to go ice out my bezel
i want the foreign that come with three pedals
i’ma designer my sh-t, not the leather
birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together
so i’m with my n-gg-s forever
and all of my n-gg-s, we rich forever
i wanna pull up in ‘bachs
and i wanna hop out the back
you wanna pull up for the pack?
you gotta pull up in the back
trap house doing jumping jacks
percocets make a n-gg- scratch
burglar bar door with the hatch
five n-gg-s and ten straps

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
riding in the lowkey with the tint
n-gg- cooking up dope, better open the vents
don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
got a new pair of tom fords like i’m clark kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
now i’m flooding the trap, better call flint
got dog food same color, thin mint, n-gg-
jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
we jugging that pack, yeah
jugging that pack
n-gg-, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
jugging that pack, yeah



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