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hookmanjo - pac-sun (feat. dread redd) lyrics

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when you in the streets and you getting money

then you a target foreal

lil momma so badd lil momma so thick

yea she got that s#x appeal

my dawg on the block

he clutching the glock

yeah got a hand of steal

and i’m in the booth i’m going off top

cause i need a record deal

cause i need a bag today

i got a sack to chase

i’m running it up

i double my cup

i’m sippin on ac today

i’m going the faster way

i’m going bad today

we just been trappin baby

we make it happen lady

i like the way that you work

go head and call out of work

we just gone pop us a perk

f##k round and buss yo shirt

she like the way that i surf

i been that n#gga since birth

i gotta be on alert

cause they took my bro in a he#rs#

y’all n#ggas making it worse

all of my feelings is hurt

they put my bro on a shirt

they left my bro in the dirt

i level up wit the hurt

it’s heaven up under the earth

on i#95 in a merc

young n#gga pushin work

i’m smokin mimosa

in the back of a rover

she bringing me closer

i cannot control her

she taking me over

h#lla weight on my shoulders

pour a 4 like a clover

i’ll be fine when its over

when you in the streets and you getting money

then you a target foreal

lil momma so badd lil momma so thick

yea she got that s#x appeal

my dawg on the block

he clutching the glock

yeah he got a hand of steal

and i’m in the booth i’m going off top

cause i need a record deal

cause i need a bag today

i got a sack to chase

i’m running it up

i double my cup

i’m sippin on ac today

i’m going the faster way

i’m going bad today

we just been trappin baby

we make it happen lady

glock wit a scope yea

choppa turn him to a ghost yea

he want smoke yea

pull up like olidipo yea

cook a n#gga like rotell

get it for the low sell it whole sell

he making plays at the hotel

wipe down the room ain’t got no smell

my n#gga in the trap still

in the kitchen whippin up oatmeal

them f#ck n#ggas broke still

he move like a zombie on percs and pills

call up the plug i need me some work he throw it like tannenhill

we get the pack and it’s vacuum sealed

but shhhh these n#ggas rats fr

my b#tch gone do what i say so

he looking funny get hit with that draco

ain’t no place in my city i can’t go

i’m in his head just like a kango

b#tch i’m the front yard like the migos

do anything just to get to the pesos

yea i had a couple losses had to take those

now a n#gga stacking up chips like leggos

when you in the streets and you getting money

then you a target foreal

lil momma so badd lil momma so thick

yea she got that s#x appeal

my dawg on the block

he clutching the glock

yeah he got a hand of steal

and i’m in the booth i’m going off top

cause i need a record deal

cause i need a bag today

i got a sack to chase

i’m running it up

i double my cup

i’m sippin on ac today

i’m going the faster way

i’m going bad today

we just been trappin baby

we make it happen lady

- hookmanjo lyrics

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