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softwilly & packgod - to crash out a mockingbird lyrics

[chorus]
b+tch don’t f+ck with the pack man, ay
all black beamer like he’s batman, ay
b+tch he ran it up, he the rack man, ay
when they on the block do the tap dance, hey

[verse 1]
never sweat in my armpits
i’m on sixth street, all black posted up with all my f+cking sticks
my lil’ shooter got tourette’s, he take care of all the ticks
don’t help granny cross the road, we goin’ rob that f+cking l!ck
ha, please help me
nah, put that b+tch in overdrive
no talking if you cash deprived
i’m banging till i’m ninety+five
i’m banging till i’m dead, i’ll bang the devil till’ i’m back alive
morе storage in this mag than all the folders in my googlе drive

[verse 2]
d+mn, shoot my op right in his forehead
then i went and shot that b+tch again so now he’s more dead
then i called up grunk to swing on by ’cause i need more lead
then i summon your b+tch to the trap to get me more head, ugh

[chorus]
b+tch don’t f+ck with the pack man, ay
all black beamer like he’s batman, ay
b+tch he ran it up, he the rack man, ay
when they on the block do the tap dance, hey
[verse 3]
b+tch you know i’m never bluffing
pockets fatter than dave blunts eating eighteen chocolate m+ffins
put a c+ck up on my ak now that b+tch gon’ get to clucking
they call me the garbage man ’cause everyday i’m f+cking dumping
and your b+tch just like a sh+t coin, everyday i’m f+cking pumping
and this draco always cracking, it ain’t even do no bunting
and my backpack just like toodles, never know what i be clutching
and my rocks they got two bands, i never know when i be f+cking, huh

- softwilly packgod lyrics

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