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lirik lagu bfb da packman & rio da yung og - dr dolittle

[intro: bfb da packman]
(enrgy made this one)
haha, y’ello
haha, look

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
pack got this sh~t lock, got the fallback
gettin’ up out the scat, bad b~tch seein’ all crack
it’s money on the floor, i’ma haul ass
got these hoes suckin’ the same n~gga they used to call fat
laid back n~gga, i been givin’ b~tches shark vibes
big spender, i get in her like a hard drive
gentle with the women, all they showed me is they soft side
make a bad b~tch spit in my mouth until her tongue dry
flunk flex sh~tted on me, but we cool now
my sister came out with a coochie, shе a dude now
used to hit motels just to swim, i got a pool now
vеneers f~ckin’ stank, braces got me with a new smile
i want a daughter, i got two sons, i need a new child
walk around with dog sh~t on me like i move bowels
sneak always wanna k!ll somebody, n~gga cool down
sittin’ courtside in two seats, n~gga, move down
[?] while [?] got me motivated
when i was down, they said, “get up”, i got to rollerbladin’
bta, belt to ass if you ain’t cultivated
funny rap n~gga kickin’ ass, go and soulja hate me
i be shootin’ dice in the hood, don’t got to go to vegas
super charged beamer, hit the gas, you hear the motor shakin’
f~ck cracker barrel, i’m from flint, i’ma golden gate it
my b~tch said it’s her or the lean, i’ma go with quagen
i hit the work, it jump back, i gotta fight with it
light~skinned, p~ssy tighter than a vice~gripper
you seen bill cosby, you seen kobe bryant
you seen shannon sharpe, keep your d~ck up out of white women
[chorus: bfb da packman]
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
you want this bread? b~tch, you know you gotta work for it
caught a n~gga walkin’ out the mall and shot the shirt off him
call me dr. dolittle, i heard a bird talkin’
i need three eighths of drank ’cause my daughter and my son coughin’
b~tch, shut the f~ck up before my gun talkin’
you got how many ‘bows on you? okay, come off it
cali’ plug gave me a hundred ‘bows, i’m finna run off
he must don’t know ri’
i’ll turn into the motherf~ckin’ old ri’, run off with a whole p
he said five thousand for the tris, he must smoke lean
i got a bunch money but a dope fiend
i came home on the same sh~t, they didn’t clone me

[chorus: bfb da packman]
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work
[verse 3: luh monti]
b~tch, i need a million dollars, i can’t stop workin’
i done put a switchy on the back, it got glock twerkin’
like, lil’ n~gga, you never seen a dub, my n~gga, stop perkin
i’m nothin’ like them average n~ggas, i’m a hot person
all i do is hear the beat, then i tweak
if it’s up, i’ma come straight to your door, b~tch, i don’t tweet
sike, i’m lyin’ just in case them boys listenin’, i don’t beef
everyday i get up and go work, b~tch, i don’t sleep
like, when i take the braces off, i’m puttin’ diamonds in my t~~th, n~gga
ayy, my mama said if you don’t go to work, then you don’t eat, n~gga
f~ck it, we delete n~ggas, i ain’t the pushin’ peace n~gga
make a bad b~tch scream my name when i go deep in her
b~tch p~ssy wider than a parking lot, can park a jeep in there
i’m in the yams, somewhere posted on the block just like the heat center, huh
this sh~t comin’ off the dome, b~tch, i ain’t write this one
i just ran into some fine sh~t, how i ain’t pipe this one?
how i ain’t get in there? like
the way that bro be standin’ on the block, you think he livin’ there
i don’t walk around with one glock, i gotta keep a pair
my lil’ brother, he’ll smoke your ass even if you stare
he don’t give a f~ck
lil’ b~tch got a flat booty, i had to lift it up
haha

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