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Performed By: 354
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Cagan Urhan
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354 - packs came in Lyrics




B-B-Big racks
Iced out bat flooding out my wrist, na
Fi-Fi-Fit stacks, in my pants, my pockets getting too big now
Mix match, different race, I'm f*cking on a new bitch, now
Fame going, fame coming
Lil' boy, I don't play 'bout this
Tango, yeah he limbo
We gon' make him under
Co-Co-Couple bitches in the crib laying down, told gang y'all can have that
I'm way fly in this motherf*cker, it's 10 on
F*ck

Pa-Pack came in straight through the mail
I might just wrap it up, send 'em on rail, huh
We just be chillin', I'm fine
She got 354 on her nails
Sh-She still wanna f*ck on the gang
I don't be playin', I'm savin' her man
I got like four thousand jams
You can still run it back, start it again

Pack came straight-
Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the- fah

Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mail

O-One night at the hotel, she fell in love with the big wheels
I don't rap, I just talk, baby, I don't give a f*ck how my ex feels
One neck, got 9 pills, just took one, call it X pill
Polygamous, I got 3 chains, I'ma leave 2 for my son's will

I just made that hoe my best friend, how you fell in love with your ex-man?
Your bitch not be staying around, so you fell in love with your best friend?
Ve-Ve-Vegas shit, I'ma double my cash
Miyake, Prada, that's all on my pants
I miss you, I feel like I'm itching a rash
I'm f*cking your friend but I'm missing your ass
F*ck on that bitch and go f*ck on her friends
You paying for dinner, I'm paying for nails
F*ck out my face, go look in a mirror
First crush, Mary Jane smoking the air

Look at the shit I done did in a year
I know these guys be fearing it here
Pacing it up, I been switching the gears
Whole lotta times I been running it up, yeah

Pa-Pack came in straight through the mail
I might just wrap it up, send 'em on rail, huh
We just be chillin', I'm fine
She got 354 on her nai-nai
Sh-She still wanna f*ck on the ga-ga
I don't be playin', I'm savin' her ma-man
I got like four thousand ja-ja
You can still run it back, start it agai-agai

Pack came straight
Pa-Pack came straight to the mai-mai
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mai- okay

Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mail
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English

B-B-Big racks
Iced out bat flooding out my wrist, na
Fi-Fi-Fit stacks, in my pants, my pockets getting too big now
Mix match, different race, I'm f*cking on a new bitch, now
Fame going, fame coming
Lil' boy, I don't play 'bout this
Tango, yeah he limbo
We gon' make him under
Co-Co-Couple bitches in the crib laying down, told gang y'all can have that
I'm way fly in this motherf*cker, it's 10 on
F*ck

Pa-Pack came in straight through the mail
I might just wrap it up, send 'em on rail, huh
We just be chillin', I'm fine
She got 354 on her nails
Sh-She still wanna f*ck on the gang
I don't be playin', I'm savin' her man
I got like four thousand jams
You can still run it back, start it again

Pack came straight-
Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the- fah

Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mail

O-One night at the hotel, she fell in love with the big wheels
I don't rap, I just talk, baby, I don't give a f*ck how my ex feels
One neck, got 9 pills, just took one, call it X pill
Polygamous, I got 3 chains, I'ma leave 2 for my son's will

I just made that hoe my best friend, how you fell in love with your ex-man?
Your bitch not be staying around, so you fell in love with your best friend?
Ve-Ve-Vegas shit, I'ma double my cash
Miyake, Prada, that's all on my pants
I miss you, I feel like I'm itching a rash
I'm f*cking your friend but I'm missing your ass
F*ck on that bitch and go f*ck on her friends
You paying for dinner, I'm paying for nails
F*ck out my face, go look in a mirror
First crush, Mary Jane smoking the air

Look at the shit I done did in a year
I know these guys be fearing it here
Pacing it up, I been switching the gears
Whole lotta times I been running it up, yeah

Pa-Pack came in straight through the mail
I might just wrap it up, send 'em on rail, huh
We just be chillin', I'm fine
She got 354 on her nai-nai
Sh-She still wanna f*ck on the ga-ga
I don't be playin', I'm savin' her ma-man
I got like four thousand ja-ja
You can still run it back, start it agai-agai

Pack came straight
Pa-Pack came straight to the mai-mai
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mai- okay

Pack came straight to the mail
Pa-Pack came
Pa-Pack came
Pack came straight to the mail
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Cagan Urhan
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