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Correct Tom Brady Lyrics
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[Hook] Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack [Verse 1] I been trappin I'm an addict see some bands I gotta have it She a slaughter I'ma smash it, she a slaughter I'ma pass it I'm a savage, gotta have it, I'mma spend it Imma stack it She gone shake it, I'mma smack it, niggas fakin', they be actin' I been in the trap for a minute now I been flippin' packs for a minute now I been in the county for a minute now I ain't switchin' sides, never been a clown We got 30 clips you can fuckin' drown Pull up on you with that fuckin' tre pound We gone send some shots, we gon' spray rounds We gone spin the block we don't play around We be pullin' up in some foreign cars I just do the dash like a Nascar We be pullin' up she never seen a star I can take you different places, we can go far [Hook] Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack [Verse 2] When the pack touchdown, it be gone in a minute I'mma place another order, x2, I'mma flip it I got grams on the scale, kush bales countin' digits I be rollin' fat blunts, backwoods look like midgets I might buy a new Rollie, got my wrist lookin' frigid I might buy a new Rollie, so much ice, ain't no ticket Imma pull up on lil shorty, yeah you know she 'bout the business Imma pull up to the party, everybody takin' pictures Yeah I'm cool off the Barcardi, I ain't rollin up no Swishers Whole fifth of E&J and a Xan got me twisted Smoke an eighth to the face, kush blunts got me lifted Swear this shit is too easy man, a young nigga gifted
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