Lyrics of
Smoking On My Ex Pack

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I'm really like that
I'm really not friendly
I need the numbers, I need the data
Got you talkin' crazy
Abracadabra, you niggas Sideshow
You gassin' like Texaco
Infection like microbe
You test it, I might go
I'm fuckin' on heartthrobs
I got your favorite rapper blocked
I heard the dick was whack
Your favorite athlete screamin', "Text me back"
I make no exception
The lesser part of me loves all the cap
I'm screamin', "Back of the bus, trick"
Hawaii for wеather
Booty softer than leather
I wipe my phone and gave some dome, I beat the case
Them "ho" accusations weak
You hatin' from nosebleeds, I wish you well

Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on—
You can trust in me
I can, you said
"I can trust in you"
I can, I can
You can trust in me
You can, you can
Oh, oh