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packa benson – fags lyrics

[verse 1: packa benson]
you don’t know what you talkin’ bout b+tch
suck my d+ck, shut your f+cking mouth b+tch
smoking on the kush got cotton mouth b+tch
don’t step to me cause i don’t talk it out b+tch
smoking a bowl, i’m smoking crystal
run on me with a pistol
shoot you in the d+ck, no more kids for you
got a fake id, i’m not 22
if you wanna make a move you should know i’m ready to
i k!lled a kid for no reason and he was barely two
stab a motherf+cker with a big ass manchette fool
yeah i got the rhymes for days
i am not a fan of the g+ys
smokin’ weed i’m f+cking stoned
i’m stoned to the bone
chief the keef i’m f+cking blazed
took one eddie i’m high for days
ash in the floor and no ash trays
boutta empty like a bag of lays
outside all day like we was strays
i don’t care where i go as long as i get paid
my parents hoping that i would change
but they should know i can’t change my ways
yeah i’m incapable, all the vapes i’ve vaped them all
i’ve been high on fentanyl, all these rappers identical
drugs, i got plenty full
i take anything i get in my lungs as chemicals
call an ambulance medical
shoot you in the t+st+cl+s
in my dreams i’m incredible, but that’s not hypothetical
i got dreams of being the goat
all of these snitches i got in the scope
you touchin’ kids, i call you the pope
you die on the table, we callin’ you soap
i die and the drugs be havin’ a stroke
i be smokin’ f+gs and k!llin’ f+gs
cause i’m a h0m+phobe, hah
[verse 2: 25bag]
25bag
oh yeah
yo this beat go fire right now
oh sh+t
shout out fony wallace
uh, yeah
uh huh yeah yeah
ruler
uh, yeah
uh
uh, yeah
uh
this beat taking me back to the good old days
ripping bowls and breaking f+cking plates
call me logan cause i’m in the woods
smokin’ woods with tom woods in the f+cking woods
what you talkin’ bout b+tch
i run the place like stan stan smith
richer with the gack, now now switch
like the boys in the v93, we steal steal from that f+cking snitch
chugga chugga pig pots in pods with nic pods with a 29 millimeter i’m calling the f+cking shots
i grab your turtle neck, send you back to the sewer
call up the gang get him out the sewer
call him back, call him out
uh, yeah
if a f+g step up i’ma hit ’em with a f+cking skewer
call the gang up, they’re back in the skewer
uh
yeah you know you’re nothin but a pipsqueak g
i be breaking everyone’s neck like i’m pj lucy
i’m in the woods like i’m playing call of duty
i’m rick sanchez, you’re nothing but a f+cking morty
like budweiser i’m not growing wiser
grass growing, leaf blowing, green pack pastor
you won’t be stealing my cut like lester
if you wanna say something to my face you b+st+rd

- packa benson lyrics

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