Pack A Punch Jingle

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

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