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hoe friends - bfb da packman lyrics

[intro]
(the lunch crew company, i’m part of that)

[chorus]
yeah, if you’re single and you know it
bend your knees, make your ass touch the floor then
bend it over, poke it out, baby, throw it
show that n*gga that your mama made a ho then
and you lit outside with your ho friends
city girls goin’ wild, up the score then
and you lit outside with your ho friends
city girls goin’ wild, up the score then
[verse]
internet money, packman, b*tch, we back for seconds
put granny in the nursing home, she was acting extra (get your ass on)
mama made me hate church, she a pastor, i’ll smack a reverend
overeating is a sin, take me to h*ll, i won’t last in heaven
b*tch head twenty, face ten, but the cat a seven (y’ello)
no guns in the club, i snuck in with the patrick beverley (baow)
solitary confinement for six years, bro stabbed his celly
i wake up every day mad as f*ck ’cause my daddy left me (f*ck him)
do *n*l with my b*tch, no slow music, we slappin’ nelly
my dog cross me and he die about it, i feel like melly
granny told me never eat a desperate ho pot spaghetti (uh*uh)
in love with cougars, i wanna stick raw c*ck inside ellen (yeah)
hmm, we talkin’ ’bout degeneres (y’ello)
we slid and missed and shot his kid, but we gon’ spin again
only n*gga from north flint that got an unreleased with eminem (yup)
she didn’t brush her t**th before she sucked, b*tch, don’t spit again (uh*uh, you nasty ho)
huh, ho, that sh*t stanky
i’m single now, got caught cheatin’ with my b*tch auntie (ooh)
i’m from a blood hood, but get money with the crips daily (ooh)
she got a million followers, but suckin’ d*ck for a quick eighthy (oh, suck it, ayy)
wait, wait, wait, wait, listen, i got real ‘za (y’ello)
hmm, let me take this rubber off, i can feel now (oh yeah)
my opp died, don’t know who k!lled him, i can heal now (baow)
n*ggas hittin’ pills with fent’, trust a b*tch before a pill now, huh (oh, h*ll no, h*ll no)
for real, rest in peace mac miller (uh)
she work out all day just to come way with a fat n*gga
i could’ve made it far without you, i’m not marvin sapp, n*gga (uh*uh)
my b*tch is transgender ’cause she always got that sack with her (y’ello)
[chorus]
yeah, if you’re single and you know it
bend your knees, make your ass touch the floor then
bend it over, poke it out, baby, throw it
show that n*gga that your mama made a ho then
and you lit outside with your ho friends
city girls goin’ wild, up the score then
and you lit outside with your ho friends
city girls goin’ wild, up the score then

- bfb da packman lyrics

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