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That Pack

Artist:Gucci Mane  Album:World War 3: Lean 

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Gucci Mane My bank got bigger, the kid got richer Multi-millionaire but I'm the same old nigga Never find a nigga with a watch more sicker Or a rapper nigga spit this game mo slicker That's yo tender after I hit her Heard that she broke up with ya own Twitter I love to suck dick till her face turn bitter Try to cut her off but I can't get rid a her Use a ban for a bed, use a brick for a pillow Bag on yo head, best friend turned killa Riding in the foreign, steering wheel in the middle Car jacker, bet to reconsider Diamonds on my wrist, I'm a hand it out the window Presidential endo, smell it when the wind blow 4's on my Charger, I drive it like an Enzo When bricks touch down I'll be dancing in the end zone 6 months gone, would've thought I would've been home Keep the Barney with me like my last name Flintstone Never disrespect the street shit that I pimp on Put a tune out, now yo ass gotta limp home Squares came in and they move with Benito Run up on the kid then yo ass is finito Easy to me, shoot yo ass like a free throw 2 Glock 9's up under the peacoat Travis Porter This pack right here, strongest in the town VVS diamond cost a couple thou Checker board gear hard Louie down Always showin out when we be steppin out This chick right here? Baddest for a while How much we spending at Onyx? A couple thou We pull up in them foreigns, I'm smashing out Then spend a grip in Phipps,


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