| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If we get it there in the morning, then I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If I get this money back home, yeah, I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| One fifty, six hundred, no fifties, one hundred
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| I’ve been going crazy with the pack
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| All summer watching king pins go under
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| From talking on the wrong number.
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| This shit is coke, no heater in the house
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| My hands warm form cooking coke
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| Ex by the bone,
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| My finger tips burn from the roach
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| First class I don’t fly coach I roll up and smoke
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| …Graveyard shift yeah, it’s late when they come out
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| One fifty, I’m a push till I run out
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| I was out in Indiana before I hit Atlanta
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| Had it popping out in Houston, Detroit
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| And Tampa, make them taste a hammer
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| I pray my shit don’t jam up
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| I brought a hundred K on the plane
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| And when I landed, all I heard is come here,
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| And put your hands up!
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| A bunch of fucking questions I won’t answer
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| I’m really on!
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| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If we get it there in the morning, then I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If I get this money back home, yeah, I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| Three hundred, one milli
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| All hundreds, no fifties
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| I’ve been on the rode with the pack
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| No shipping, I’m a double up on each one
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| And Yout City, North Philly, NY
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| I’m chopping game and cutting coke up in the shine
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| Travelodge I sat her down,
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| I put her picture up and told her «hold me down!»
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| She’s turning tricks, I’m burning spliffs
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| I’m blowing Kush, and purple piss
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| I’m pushing Chris and black…
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| Somebody lie them, I’m a mother fucker rap star!
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| Bitch, I’m a turn up, I do one hundred twenty
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| I told her money makes my dick hard, so get it for me!
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| In a trap, floor covered with stacks
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| The smell of fresh Kush, while I bust, open the pack!
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| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If we get it there in the morning, then I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| A hundred fifty packs, see I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on
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| If I get this money back home, yeah, I’m really on
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| Yeah, I’m really on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Packs , by - Berner. Song from the album Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп