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Pack in the Trunk

Mr. E

Underground Rap

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Pack in the Trunk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr. E
Mr. E
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Realm Of E Publishing
Realm Of E Publishing
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Valley
Phil Valley
Producer
Zach Sorgen
Zach Sorgen
Producer

Lyrics

Ah, shit, this yo fucking jam, ain't it? The weekend's here, time to shake that ass, ain't it? Ain't leaving home until you look like "Daaaaamm!", are you? (Bands!) None needed to make 'em dance, glory Thanks giving to God for making your stuffing Call it a gun in my pants, ain't 'fraid to use it, no bluffing (Nope!) Di-de-di-di-de-di-de! "Hold on, I'm coming!" No pun intended, unless you mind, if not, then I'm cummin' Should be no question how I feel about 'em curves (Skrr, smash!) Don't be nervous, let me work ya other nerve ("ow") Come again? thought I heard something absurd (What you heard?) Bad as you are, you keeping yo goodies reserved? O si gini (What you say?) Oh, I was just speaking Ibo I said what you said (What you say?) Yes (What?) Don't Worry about it, forget it, so anyways, I been thinking What say you and I go make like Jodeci, get the freakin'? Like Ella Mai said, can do this every Friday and weekend It's our "What-cha-ma-call-it", we good, we ain't really cheating I'm so twizzy, body language is all I see you speaking Y te escucho (tu me tiende?) Let's get the bed creaking Ma'am, what you pack in the trunk? Collard greens, candy yams, what, you snacking 'em up? damn Ma'am, what, you pack in the trunk? Bring that luggage over here so I can show you what's up (my durrr) You and I would make the perfect match, won't we? (Ok!) See you playing hard to snatch, ain't ya? Just give it up, that frontin' ain't gon' last, believe it (Facts) this a master plan, I got it mapped Giddy, I said, said giddy, giddy, I said (Donkey!) That ass got me shouting like Shrek Come hither, Fiona, I wanna bone, have you moan a Louder note Mariah's never even discovered, I told ya That your persona's multi-dimensional, your dimensions' exceptional Such a bomb intellectual, killing shit, like the Professional Like somebody must let you know, like Marvin, need a sexual Healing, I'm kneeling, begging "Please!" like Cardi and Bruno And 'chu know I speak a lil' "Puerto Rican judo" So "ju" kno wha? Punta! Que fue? Let me stop, it's cool, though And kudos for who knows just how to help my nose blow Don't mean the one below my eyebrows, talking way below, hello Ma'am, what you pack in the trunk? Collard greens, candy yams, what, you snacking 'em up? damn Ma'am, what, you pack in the trunk? Bring that luggage over here so I can show you what's up (my durrr) You and I would make the perfect match, won't we? (Ok!) See you playing hard to snatch, ain't ya? Just give it up, that frontin' ain't gon' last, believe it (Facts) this a master plan, I got it mapped
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