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ju preach - packs lyrics

[hook: emaad]
pushing them packs, no dumbells
bench press n-gg-s can’t see me on my john cena
pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing
pushing them packs, no dumbells
bench press n-gg-s can’t see me on my john cena
pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing

[verse 1: ju preach]
no hesitation, i done lost my patience
need to strap the franklins in the golden paper
no, no hang with haitians, we just cooling, blazing
bought the box of swishers talking face to face
and if we do the dirt we don’t see no faces
segregate the money like a f-cking racist
give it one year bet me and [?] gon’ have the foreigns racing like it’s talladega
sure that b-tch good at rolling weed
no i had to keep her on the team
bet she f-ck me if i wasn’t preach
music is its source of injury
that’s why i be known up on every scene
but they be asking where the f-ck i be
cooling with the gang
i don’t f-ck with lames
rolling paper planes
n-gg- f-ck the fame
funny, pops used to make them laugh
but i’ma make these motherf-ckers spaz
i’m just sitting back while they show they -ss
cause when the sh-t’s bad they ain’t there for that
yeah i seen broke, i ain’t going back
swear i’m marshawn when ish bought the pack
yeah cream case, i done ask my brother max
i done earn my stripes like my f-cking pants
yeah six deep and we all on stand-by
rock a n-gg-, let his f-cking mans try
sippy n-gg-s get your b-tch on my pipe
she be wishing, wishing i was her guy
breaking b-tches spirits
you are my type
she was stripping, stripping all on face time
i was thinking p-ss it to my guy
matter fact b-tch fall in line

[verse 2: ishdarr]
say “ishdarr stingy with the features”
“ishdarr, when your next tour?”
“ishdarr, how you go to europe?”
told ‘em all the verses, are we four for four?
they gon’ witness this like i’m going door to door
organics i been cleaning out the pores
i don’t need it if it’s clogging up the system
boodah always on my back about these women
get back in my zone and back on my sh-t
wu, baby with that [?] b-list
ain’t no politics, ain’t no freshman list
gucci sandals bought ‘em all for three singles
momma mko for three singles
more than my boss is off of three singles
fix sh-ts opinions, i don’t want amigo
five fingers b-tch on my john cena
pushing them packs no dumbbells
ccm collective
every drop gon’ stay electric
sorry, no man i can’t help you
told her to stay down and she’ll get several
probably on a rooftop, played that dealer
that n-gg- flip words like d-mn no pillar
i jump over those unmasked gorillas
it’s black tee’s and arizona’s
maybe fiji water
we just trapping day and night
hoping that f-cking car gon’ start up
call up shake like i been stacking
want them jeremy’s got your order
i’m on a vibe girl so don’t be extra
karate kick the ditch then flip your missus
told you we…

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