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That Pack Video (MV)




Performed By: Brokeboiboog
Length: 2:00
Written by: Christopher Griffin




Brokeboiboog - That Pack Lyrics




That pack came in exotic got more P's then Mississippi
That boy say he gone rob me pussy boy then come and get me
My youngin going Gotti he stay clutching on that semi
Bitch im stacking up my profits hoe cause i need every penny

They know i go retarded im the dumbest out the city
I had to bring the potty to the party i was shitting
My youngin he be wildin getting gnarley he be jiggin
I told don't be calling if it ain't about no benjis

Boy what you talking bout?
Boy we don't talk a lot
My nigga chalk it out
My dog brought the stick to the parking lot
He finna air it out
We know whereabouts
We finna square it out
I dont give a f*ck if its fair or not

We don't play fair
Lil poppy gone up out the cut on a pussy ass nigga he smooth like nair
Nigga i already know you not doing nothing with that pistol who you trying to scare
Nigga i don't really give a f*ck about none of these bitches we f*ck these hoes by the pair
F*cked her one time she don't want to f*ck with none of these niggas she say they don't compare
Bitch if i don't do nothing i know ima ball on these niggas like i ain't got no hair
Swear to god all its really gone take one call ima send them boys right there
My niggas gone roll just like a tire and we don't give a f*ck bout no spare

That pack came in exotic got more P's then Mississippi
That boy say he gone rob me pussy boy then come and get me
My youngin going Gotti he stay clutching on that semi
Bitch im stacking up my profits hoe cause i need every penny
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That pack came in exotic got more P's then Mississippi
That boy say he gone rob me pussy boy then come and get me
My youngin going Gotti he stay clutching on that semi
Bitch im stacking up my profits hoe cause i need every penny

They know i go retarded im the dumbest out the city
I had to bring the potty to the party i was shitting
My youngin he be wildin getting gnarley he be jiggin
I told don't be calling if it ain't about no benjis

Boy what you talking bout?
Boy we don't talk a lot
My nigga chalk it out
My dog brought the stick to the parking lot
He finna air it out
We know whereabouts
We finna square it out
I dont give a f*ck if its fair or not

We don't play fair
Lil poppy gone up out the cut on a pussy ass nigga he smooth like nair
Nigga i already know you not doing nothing with that pistol who you trying to scare
Nigga i don't really give a f*ck about none of these bitches we f*ck these hoes by the pair
F*cked her one time she don't want to f*ck with none of these niggas she say they don't compare
Bitch if i don't do nothing i know ima ball on these niggas like i ain't got no hair
Swear to god all its really gone take one call ima send them boys right there
My niggas gone roll just like a tire and we don't give a f*ck bout no spare

That pack came in exotic got more P's then Mississippi
That boy say he gone rob me pussy boy then come and get me
My youngin going Gotti he stay clutching on that semi
Bitch im stacking up my profits hoe cause i need every penny
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Writer: Christopher Griffin
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