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lirik lagu bfb da packman & rio da yung og - epstein files

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

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
i just hit for ten on my fanduel
reach for my jewels and it’s gonna be a red room
cappin’ like he plugged, that n~gga never made a gram move
this brick came from hector, but the pills came from andrew
ri’ knocked my cup over, almost blammed dude
she asked me for some money, come and get it, babe, i’m scam proof
with a flint b~tch on biscayne in a lam’ dude
real estate, rap and sell drugs, i’m a famgoon
ha, n~gga ralo back
this fn’ll tighten his ass up like a bottle cap
beat a night ass in elementary, called my momma fat
period, i’m listening to the drains, i think the water tapped
shh, you hear that? (the lunch crew company)
overdosed on codeine, i need some narcan
i need some jorjiana, hit me with that shark head
your bm said you stingy, tight as f~ck, shannon sharpe pants
woo, b~tch i’m done playin’
you n~ggas run short as f~ck, 42 dugg legs
never fallin’ off, i’m on top like a bunk bed
b~tch showed up p~ssy bald, reverend run head
run dmc
up a couple m’s, still f~ckin’ with the ebt
wow, boss n~gga eatin’, that’s a bne
told him it was runtz, joke’s up, it was cbd
you n~ggas softer than a beach towel
got that dog sh~t on me, i don’t need bowels
don’t post me, keep me hidden, epstein files
told her, “no”, she posted a n~gga sleep with his thing out
[verse 2: rio da yung og & babyfxce e]
d~mn
i just pulled up in a half a million dollar, alright
i pulled up in a million doll—, alright
how much was that b~tch really worth, alright
i pulled up in a six hundred thousand dollar car to the lean house
in one month, just on lean, drunk your dream house
yesterday, i did some sh~t you dreamed ’bout
this b~tch p~ssy wet like a towel when it get ringed out
i pulled up with a million dollar n~gga to my fiend house
i’m like a dog with that real little pink thing out
aw, yeah, haha
b~tch, this ain’t my crib, this hakeem house, we built an empire
i be whispering when i think a n~gga sh~t wired
i gotta whisper in his ear, “how much the pint cost?”
i just whispered in my smacker ear, “how much a life cost?”
he said, “sh~t, you can—, how much a pint cost?”
i told his ass, “four thousand dollars, knock him right off”
now he got a pint of tris
i had to give him two pints ’cause he caught dude with his b~tch, knocked ’em both off
he got two n~ggas with him, but they both soft, yeah
the block was quiet ’til it got roped off
me and c got a thousand blacks, let’s have a smoke off
pulled up to hod, how much a bow cost?
i don’t want the high weed, how much the lows cost, i’m finna rerock ’em
this b~tch feet stink, she had to three sock it (come on)
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
d~mn, alright
aye, this b~tch pee stink, i think she need to detox it
bro ain’t have his ski bruh—, alright
bro ain’t have his ski, he covered up his face like he was beatboxin’
b~tch, huh, uh~huh (you hip?)
what you gon’ come do for fxce, you got three options
ptp, rub my feet or come deep swallow
in atlanta in a blackwing, don’t let that v hawk you (b~tch, alright)
bae, i ain’t wanna f~ck that b~tch, i must been sleepwalkin’
you say we was on the phone twice, i must been sleep talkin’
dog can get out and we didn’t, i know he talkin’
we ain’t got one stick, dumb b~tch, we got three talkin’
lil b~tch be gettin’ passed around, she be beach ballin’
thirty~two hundred up in gifts, i need cheese off it
bro can shoot, how his ass can shoot, he had three offers
f~ck, bro could’ve been got us out the hood
i just cracked a hoe, my b~tch probably dropped a ‘wood
bro, we turnt for real, we don’t go in on fifths while we at the club
i just did another show, they sent me back a dub
boy, you need to get some money, you out here actin’ tough
and you ain’t even slime for real, you need to pack it up
dropped a ten in a speedway cup, it’s finna f~ck me up
b~tch, you want me to stop drinkin’ lean so bad, then, b~tch, come slurp me up
ain’t n0body put me on, n~gga, i turned me up
no, n~gga, you can’t hold my pole ’cause i’ma work my gun
[outro: babyfxce e]
know that
if you don’t know nothin’, know that
you know?

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