packgotmyeyeslow funeral

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[Chorus]
Pack got my eyes low
I'm with some vile hoes
It ain't really nothing
Make that motherfucker die slow
Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho
Fuck 'round, you gon' die, bro
Just wait 'til we slide though

[Verse 1]
We at the grave and we upping them poles at yo' family
Lil' brodie, I swear that I'm sick
Don't be surprised when you lookin' down
And see me dickin' down, fuckin' and kissin' yo' bitch
Swear you a bitch
Everybody in your own hood laughin' that you got hit
All that work that you was putting in
I swear to God it really ain't mean shit
Pussy love to talk, tell him come test me
I'm in a foreign, swervin' with my bestie
Headshots, why you wearing yo' vest, b?
Bullet fly 'til that motherfucker resting (Yeah)
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
You know I'm airing that ho (Yeah)
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
Lil' bitch, I'm airing that ho

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