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t3p0 - loud pack lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
yea yea yea
uh huh
yea yea yea, t

[verse 1]
i’m talking sh+t mike sherm in ya speakers
you tryna hang ten toes in some sneakers ay
sneak dissing like a b+tch you ain’t a winner
wasting time getting mine wish that life was so simple
leave the house, gotta get my ass up
in my pjs i don’t wanna dress up
throw a dub for some gas man i’m tryna link up
what’s my plans for the week i already f+cked up nah
we to this cake never sliding out my lane
and we still getting paid taking hunnids to the face yea
leave the bank like i’m running from a chase
never ran far from nun when i know i’m still safe
i don’t need the drums, i ain’t finna run
take ya time all day now we just begun
in my hood still chilling homie just because
i’m tired of the pain bruh i’m not gone jaws

[verse 2]
it’s cellyg the demon
the n+gga that’s givin’ ya main s+m+n
you know i’m hyphy when i slide to the dilla
pull up, and politic with all my hittas
when i dip out i squeeze on the gas
burnt rubber, make sure when i’m slidin’ i don’t crash
one hand on the wheel gettin’ jiggy when i’m slidin’ to the field
bad b+tches know i got them trill deals
tell ‘em come eat like i’m signin’ to a deal
first things first ain’t no free meals
pull up to santa clara they got good deals
handshake when i’m walkin’ out ‘cause i’m that real
i’m a dilla boy
i’m good everywhere in the city boy
speakers knockin’ so you know that it’s celly boy
pull up with a different big boy toy
[verse 3]
we in the bay so we f+ckin’ with no bums
we dance different, but sh+t we go dumb
slidin’, thizzin, ghost ridin’
you know my whole squad be dippin’, shinin’
gotta have a step not like a white prep
show yo hips, but don’t hit that weak sh+t
ay bruh who’s gassin’, drivin’
oh sh+t, my boy casper slidin’
pass the juice, finna make this sh+t hyphy
when ya b+tch see me thizz, she say “wife me”
bad b+tches, back that sh+t up
shake that sh+t, go bananas f+ck it up
now i’m feelin’, super sick with it
my bros on top boy, we spit it
game ain’t over, till you hear that whistle
too short said it best, b+tch blow that whistle
okay i’m feelin’ myself
‘cause i’m drippin’ nice ouu, bling blaow
‘scuse me, h+llo b+tch please
she finna suck me so i’m feelin’ like yee

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