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Pac
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pac è stato pubblicato il 17 ottobre 2019 da 1315133 Records DK come parte dell'album Pac - Single
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Data di uscita17 ottobre 2019
Etichetta1315133 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael L. Scott
Michael L. Scott
Songwriter

Testi

Yeah
What's up Holly
Yeah
Feelin like pac
Went and got a nose ring
My uncle played with dope
Like that needle don't sting
If I get jammed
Bet a jag I won't sing
Got jammed
And hit juvie at the age of fourteen
Eyes red like I jumped inside chlorine
Jump in that water
Bet ya neck turn green
All I really do is rap what I seen
These **** is pussy
Keep that weak shit from me
I front my **** pack
Trying to help his ass ween
Off of that crack
He just want to smoke green
I done seen it all
That's why my eyes so keen
Only show my hands
To the knots in my jeans
Knots in my stomach
Heard brodey in jail
Catchin indictments
Hope his ass don't tell
Beating up the pussy
Til them lips on swell
I'm in the fast lane
Hope I don't derail
Got pounds comin in the mother fucking mail
If I confide to you
Can you keep a secret
Don't hold my love
If you don't really need it
Cause soon you gonna sew
What you been reaping
With everything going on
I been thinking
A **** still breathing
Either know I been sinking
Honestly bae
A **** been drinking
Feeling so broke trying to pick up the pieces
Feelin like pac
Went and got a nose ring
My uncle played with dope
Like that needle don't sting
If I get jammed
Bet a jag I won't sing
Got jammed
And hit juvie at the age of fourteen
Eyes red like I jumped inside chlorine
Jump in that water
Bet ya neck turn green
All I really do is rap what I seen
These **** is pussy
Keep that weak shit from
Keep that weak shit from me
I'm talking a hundred feet
Soon you gonna see the Phos on your television screen
All the hate and all the doubt
All it ever did for me
Was make Mizzy feel like a celebrity
Thought you would knock me but boosted my ego
I cannot fall I put on for my people
I give you my all
Yeah my good and my evil
Be with my ****
Like Jimmy and Sheen
If you Pho then you Pho
There's no in between
My **** passed away
One morning od'd
That's why the ones living
I keep so close to me
Fighting depression
Broken heart on my cheek
Been cheifing so long
Lord know that I gotta reek
Remember them days when a Pho was weak
Now my pockets on swoll
And I roll with some kings
Feelin like pac
Went and got a nose ring
My uncle played with dope
Like that needle don't sting
If I get jammed
Bet a jag I won't sing
Got jammed
And hit juvie at the age of fourteen
Eyes red like I jumped inside chlorine
Jump in that water
Bet ya neck turn green
All I really do is rap what I seen
These **** is pussy
Keep that weak shit from me
I got Yama with me
I got Mitchy with me
I got Bat he with me
I got Slima with me
I got Drizzy with me
I got Koko with me
Got pounds comin in the mother fucking mail
If I confide to you
Can you keep a secret
Don't hold my love
If you don't really need it
Cause soon you gonna sew
What you been reaping
Written by: Michael L. Scott
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