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honey pack (remix) - bfb da packman lyrics

[intro: bfb da packman]
the lunch crew company
(j, this sh*t too crazy)
y’ello

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
let me see the p*ssy real quick, finger test, let me smell it
balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
ride with seven bl!ckies in the car and all my n*ggas felons
i wanna f*ck karen civil raw but i don’t know how to tеll her
left l!ck, came back with boatboy and ddg
frеsh*fresh wax, got the p*ssy bald headed, like e*v*e
just was sleeping on the floor now a young n*gga on bet
put trump back in office, got my n*ggas rich off edd (the lunch crew company)
huh, can you mind me up?
it’s jokes in my mind, but on the low, n*ggas bodied up
young*young*young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up
rod wave won’t let me buy a feature, d*mn, am i hot enough? (y’ello)
[chorus: bfb da packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh*uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h*llo)
hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f*ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b*tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f*ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i been giving out medium*sized rich d*ck (mm)
only eat p*ssy if the inside pink as patrick (yes)
ridin’ ’round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist
i think i was resurrected just like lazarus (d*mn)
honey pack to [?] and it never work
rather hit the bathroom ‘fore i f*ckin’ pop eleven percs
i f*cked an ugly b*tch through the night, she asking me for merch
b*tch, we don’t give out souvenirs, this ain’t how that work (stupid*ass b*tch)
i don’t know how to flirt (yeah)
i need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse
being broke or a b*tch, i don’t what’s worse
pack [?] sixty*thousand donuts to do this verse

[chorus: bfb da packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh*uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h*llo)
hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f*ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b*tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f*ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)
[verse 3: ddg, bfb da packman]
i just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket
knock you out your socket, that’s what all my opps get
i be rockin’ gucci, gettin’ h*lla coochie
i just got a uzi, put it in my suit piece
told that boy, “don’t play with me”
when i’m walkin’ out the house, a hundred k on me
these ghetto b*tches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me
she wanna kick it for some weeks, i got a day on me
these b*tches suckin’ on my meat
i ain’t finna tell her when i’m ’bout to skeet
i’ma bust all in her mouth and then her t**th
i don’t got time for dates, i told that b*tch to uber*eat
i’m steppin’ in l.a., i got designer on my feet
i’m a [?] seven*figure n*gga
i’m never coming back down, only gettin’ bigger
lil’ n*gga, put the strap down, ya’ ain’t gon’ pull the trigger
i’m a [?] seven*figure n*gga (y’ello)

- bfb da packman lyrics

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