Testo Pack a Punch - Jackboy
Testo della canzone Pack a Punch (Jackboy), tratta dall'album Jackboy
40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a nigga like a bag of Runtz
Take a nigga bitch to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scammer stunt
But they don't know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin' in Alexander McQueen
Yeah bitch I'm the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb ass if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I'm the Chosen One
Ain't really no point in tryna compete
I thought they told ya son
We caught 'em lackin at the pool
We put a hole in one we gone...
Until the whole clip done
Shooting just for fun
Boy act up for nothing
Always up to something
So just you don't trust him
Him be tryna spin bend
Sniper go and get him
Him be toting FN'
Fuck a Smith and Wesson
Not just anybody can suck my dick
Hoe I gave you a blessing
Go fuck her auntie and her momma
To teach her ass a lesson
Bring her grandma in the mix
While dicking down a veteran
Young adolescent I'm a juvenile
Type a nigga make a cougar
Bitch eat up my child
40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a nigga like a bag of Runtz
Take a nigga bitch to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scammer stunt
But they don't' know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin' in Alexander McQueen
Yeah bitch I'm the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb ass if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I'm the Chosen One
Most of my dogs call me zebra
But you could call me the goat
And I already know you a skeezer
So I'm trying abuse ya throat
Ya I'm tryna abuse ya mind
While my niggas ransack your house
Ran off on you like plies
Ran off with your heart, no lies
Project Pooh in the hood selling pies
Big Z, we got mob ties
Black magic, I got 9 lives
Try to knock me down, still I rise
In the chain gang had 4 knives
187 down for a ride
You know Jack gone cha cha slide
Mushu poke out out his eye
Tryna see the fuck nigga die
Never say I did not lie
Say she want my heart, why try
Say she want my love, eww, why
Nah bitch, I'm not that guy
Nah bitch, I'm not yo dude
Jackboy too god damn rude
Got damn bih, who is you
40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a nigga like a bag of Runtz
Take a nigga bitch to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scam or something
But they don't' know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin' in Alexander McQueen
Yeah bitch I'm the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb ass if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I'm the Chosen One
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Composer Author Unknown, Pierre Delince, Ahmar Bailey
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