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packy - nah you lyrics

[verse 1: packy]
what’s happening, it’s packy you know it
writing rhymes but i need a drink, i’m a poet
moe-et on the beat, e n j in the cup
if you staying in the post you ain’t faded enough, hah
but i know my people are staying cool
like zero degrees, like they didn’t stay in school
but i don’t know about a lot of you
i’m doing what i gotta do i’m faking but you not a true player
i run my city like the mayor
no suit and tie, bite me
straight hoop socks, high tops, white tees
jordans, g-shocks, reeboks, nikes
i don’t get high like a mariah chorus
but i’ve been introduced to trees, yeah, met a forest
know what i’m saying cuh?
i got all the refs, you don’t want to play this game cuh

[chorus: packy and green skeem]
i see your lips move, but you ain’t saying shit
i see your nametag in the same b-tch
i see your main master with that same b-tch
i want my side chick, oh that’s your main b-tch?
nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you
nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you
now who you feeling with that wack shit?
nah you, nah you, nah you
nah you, nah you

[verse 2: green skeem]
alright q, smart laughing like haha
while dodging the police duckin’ the foie gras
stay in vid as puzzle piece but not tryna fit in
it’s fitting that we’re feeling the bandwagon, get in
sit in your seat, we ain’t got no time for playin’
undercover cops looking like pigs in a blanket
hah, motivated your frame is kelly rowland
no talking about your exes unless you’re perfect bowlin’
ain’t a gutter bone in me or on me, i’m not a phoney
my lane is so slick that you slip of trying to clone me
so, use your brain and noodle, your macaroni
talking foolish in april, why don’t you show me
no way, bae couldn’t catch me with the fake
you won’t see my rocking ice cause i don’t know how to skate
moe-t on the cold beat, if you don’t know me or the crew
we delete all you, all you

[verse 3: green skeem]
i like to talk a little shit when i put in work
all up in your girl, no wonder why her stomach hurt
i’m clean but they call me dirt
high as hell, that’s a herb, but fuck it’s so down to earth
down to earth, glad you think that the topic of discussion gotta come to and end
though i’m sick of motherfuckers acting like they all in
when the fact is you just a motherfucker have-been
so what has to be sometihng so plain to see
i mean, do you really gotta make it this easy?
i mumble just a little bit but you can read my fucking lips if you want to know what the deal is
and if you get in anyway, save your day and your month and year and tell me i’m great
cause that would be greatly appreciated
i’ll see you back around once you fucking made it

- packy lyrics

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