The Pack Club Stuntin' (Main Version - Clean)

Club Stuntin' (Main Version - Clean)

The Pack

Songtexte




D first letter M-O-N-T-E
But you better call me Uno when you see me on the street
A cute lil face with a coke bottle shape
Rolling ass like a blunt it got me high call 'em grapes
The chick did a backflip call it gymnastics
Said I had a nice game like my name John Madden
Mouth Jeff Gordon, racing 24 bullets
So the bitches call me baby like I run the Cash Money
My tool kinda long, I wrap it up with Magnums
A picky type dude gotta be a gold rapper
Jackie Joyner-Kersee got tracks in the pack
Girls lifting up skirts for a 100 yard dash
Slow it down, take a breath
Fresh air, I love that smell
Vans, no Nike so you know it's Wolfpack
Put the mic in my hand and see a girl shake crack
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
I'm back baby, the pack go crazy
Tracks on the tracks and we getting all the ladies
She ask questions, why you so tight?
And she tell me that my grill look like a bright light
I take her to the club so she see the bright lights
My team get hyphy, a lot of club fights
So nice, so much ice
See me flyer than a kite in the vans that you like
I'm so fly, I'm so high
What you ain't heard? Yeah Stunna that guy
Yeah homie, I'm popular
So now you know why your ho jocking us
At the party I sip
I be ripped like shit, whole gallons of the shit
The Pack Based Boys yeah that's my clique
Stacking through the street yeah I bang my strip
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
Bend and dip yeah shake that shit
Back it up, make L wanna break that shit
Yeah, and I bang the pack
Got boppers on deck with the rippers in the back
I'm messing with Tracks, give me all your racks
Yeah all the stacks, cash to the max
While your chick wouldn't stop eyeing
She let your boy hit it, nigga ain't even trying
She came over, asked me a question
Next thing you know we was talking about sexing
Yeah, it's the Pack
Based boys, vans with a backpack
Star Wars jeans with a Looney Tunes hoodie
Inside out niggas know what I'm 'bout
Next level, Frazier frame
She's a runner, she ain't my main
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
Walked in the club yeah fresh to the respeck
Girls saying whoa and I give them all the best sex
Gang grrrang dang, all up in the back mane
Pack mane, had her seeing dots like Pacman
Riding the stripe thang, black with the black tint
Air it out, air it out, girl yeah ask me
Hush when I stab it, rush when I grab it
Got a long blunt, leave your throat all ashy
Gotta just catch me, right but I'm lefty
Got a light skin, look sweet like Nestle
All my niggas deep with the heat, don't test me
All nice, got a long shot like Gretzky
Been the fucking truth while the niggas don't test me
All up in the party going dumb looking sexy, yazzie
All my niggas go crazy
I been in the club going 1880
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')
We in the club we stuntin' (hey we stuntin')



Autor(en): Keith Jenkins, Damonte Johnson, Lloyd Omadhebo, Brandon Mccartney, Sultan Banks Copyright: Young L Publishing, Bounce House Music, Speaker Dope Publishing


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