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big bertha - bfb da packman lyrics

[intro]
the lunch crew company, i’m part of that
please, please don’t ever use that, it’s so embarrassing for me (hahaha)
the lunch crew company
(my n*gga caasi, turn up)

[chorus: bfb da packman]
picked up a n*gga b*tch then pop me a perky
f*cking all night, got a n*gga thirsty
drunk in love, i was surfboard surfing
i do drugs, h*ll nah, i ain’t perfect
i snuck my gun in the club, they don’t search me
i got the ups in case a n*gga try to murk me
22, but i call her big bertha
take my cheque? ah, is it really worth it?

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
wait one question, do you love your life?
touch my ice, then you won’t leave the club tonight
lamb chop eating in the club with the dirty sprite
whole squad strapped in the club, i’m with thirty dyk*s
“packman, who made this beat?” uh, the goat cassi made it
quarter mill on grass and dirt, so the pad is sp*cious
naji telling me don’t drop no music, gotta have some patience
and if life a horror film, i ain’t dying, i’m stabbing jason
i come from flint to have a ratchet dog that’s drastically basic
i got dreams of coming home to ri*ri and she assh0l* naked
cheese pizza on arrival, baby, you can hold the bacon
same b*tches used to play me, wanna f*ck me ’cause i made it
hahaha, ole’ stupid ass b*tch you missed your blessings
never satisfied with one plate, bae, give me seconds
don’t be embarrassed by a queef, it’s a gift from heaven
bad b*tches be poor as h*ll, just give me sevens
laughing at my lyrics, but the sh*t i feel legit
n*gga ran off with a hoopsy when he could of had a brick
extort who? b*tch, k!ll me, i won’t give yo ass a cent
and stop asking ’bout our water, b*tch, we suffer from that sh*t
you heard it on the news, b*tch, we got lead in it
you make a joke, you laugh, i’ll put your f*cking head in it
i cut my cousin off our business ’cause he put the feds in it
the fiends love the dope i cook ’cause i put my leg in it
b*tch, not my feet
first hundred racks he touched say he iced his t**th
if i see you with my baby mama, i’m not going speak
she said we f*cked, bae, that b*tch lying, bae, i don’t cheat
free kodak, ain’t no punk in me
i feel like jagged edge, had to put some umph in it
the white house been f*cked since n*ggas put trump in it
i slid in her dm’s, she didn’t reply so i unsent it
[chorus: bfb da packman]
picked up a n*gga b*tch then pop me a perky
f*cking all night, got a n*gga thirsty
drunk in love, i was surfboard surfing
i do drugs, h*ll nah, i ain’t perfect
i snuck my gun in the club, they don’t search me
i got the ups in case a n*gga try to murk me
22, but i call her big bertha
take my cheque? ah, is it really worth it?

[verse 2: sada baby]
n*gga ain’t going take a d*mn thing but his own life
in the strip club with my main thing, she hold the pole right
i sip too much bodeine, can’t catch a cold right
three percocet’s and a soma, f*ck the whole night
all i do is get high, i’m a whole kite
you n*ggas can’t get high, ain’t got no flight
f*ck ya baby mama two times ’cause her whole tight
ar won’t jam on no n*gga, this a soul swipe
my brother keep the strap and f*ck b*tches, he a whole dyk*
my n*ggas keep that bag on the road, it ain’t no overnight
a b*tch text me yesterday that i used to love
talkin’ ’bout she miss me, want the scoop what it do da bug
red tie, red tie
baby used to hold me down, now the scooba ain’t around and she in a rut
dropped a b*tch like i’m clumsy being a clutz
huh, b*tches wanna call me bucky, i’m wearing the buffs
choppa rip a n*gga like some paper, tearing him up
ain’t got no respect for my neighbors and they driveway
huh, make my dog chase a white boy like next friday
then put the roach out on that b*tch n*gga fiancée
huh, i brake a n*gga skateboard then look a n*gga momma and them in the eye and make ’em pay for it
no more locked doors, that’s what we got the k for
your sisters and them keep acting extra timid like they ain’t wh0res
pull up to a n*gga hood to get some shots up
all my n*ggas living they lying, they said they shot us
huh we’ll spin your block then buy it to set a shop up
call the fn kawai, it’ll get his body locked up
[chorus: bfb da packman]
picked up a n*gga b*tch then pop me a perky
f*cking all night, got a n*gga thirsty
drunk in love, i was surfboard surfing
i do drugs, h*ll nah, i ain’t perfect
i snuck my gun in the club, they don’t search me
i got the ups in case a n*gga try to murk me
22, but i call her big bertha
take my cheque? ah, is it really worth it?

- bfb da packman lyrics

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