bfb da packman on the radar freestyle - bfb da packman lyrics
[intro: bfb da packman & gabe p]
aye, y’ello
aye gabe, you want a sip?
you don’t want a sip? (not of your cup)
okay
c’mon let’s start this sh*t
[verse 1: bfb da packman & luh monti]
stumbled up on a pint of act
now i’m acting different
no alcohol for me, fried food got me fatty liver
baby mama called and said granny want half a chicken
almost gave granny half a brick, gotta be more specific
i love a fat ass, my bucket list to f*ck a midget
my cousins used to gang up just to jump me
ma come and get me
tired of suckin’ nipples, hit columbia and bought her titties
i trick on wockhardt and women
call me boston sippy
i had the gap tooth smile, braces made it up
i charge a n*gga five for a pint, cause inflation up
she squirt and we both lay in it, b*tch we baby nuts
mmm, mmm, mmm, y’еllo (f*ck, sh*t)
[verse 2]
yo
i’m not an average dude
can’t see my d*ck whеn i look down, got me mad at food
[?] like his daddy, can’t get mad if he act bad at school
my n*gga pimp hoes and fight dogs, he a pastor too
bro said he don’t know his daddy, i’m a b*st*rd too
dana white ain’t do nothing wrong, i would’ve slapped her too
durk said his lyrics not real, i’m a capper too
can never sl*t shame meg thee stallion, i’m nasty too (the f*ck)
yeah man, get well (ha)
[verse 3]
yo
shoutout brittany renner
i told my girl i’m done cheating this year, gotta reconsider
we don’t do runners, that’s the quickest way to get convicted
walk around with dogsh*t in my jeans, i need some different britches
i’m a naughty n*gga
i’m nervous ever since i got rich, kept a roddy with me
i keep dogsh*t, momma said keep a potty with me (ha)
i’m always talking spice
can’t have a convo with my b*tch, she always wanna fight
fanta for the new lean sippers, bae i want a sprite
i’ll leave her ass where she at, if she don’t f*ck tonight
my buzz died down, i’m on a big grind
fat, ugly, black, ghetto n*gga, but my b*tch fine
for all the day and nights she hit a n*gga with the gawk gawk
head twister, blizzard, just for that i made her wrists shine
yeah i’m a certified lover boy, that’s appreciation
hiv rates super high, don’t wanna be a player
if my n*gga die like biggie did, imma see him later
but if the b*tch bad like [?], imma stevie j her
okay i’m done
my last request, i need a skittle deal
take the condom off and feel the rush, you gotta live a lil’
lizzo chose that n*gga over me, i’m in my feelings still
god won’t protect me from a b*tch, the penicillin will
[outro: bfb da packman & luh monti]
yeah, yeah
ahh, y’ello
forget me not, march 29th
big lunch crew
aye temp gang, dumbass hoes
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