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lirik lagu bfb da packman - tamika

[intro]
(estás con la compania de lunche?)
like real talk, err, like, like
shawn cotton, he really made me f~ckin’ mad
that’s why i made this song, like for real, for real
it’s facts too

[verse 1]
ayy, n~ggas sick as f~ck that i ducked the diamond listers (woo)
i’m a driver and a swiper, n~gga, who the f~ck you kiddin’? (f~ck)
they won’t catch me on no cameras, i don’t f~ck around with snitches (nope)
stopped scammin’, bought a pack, and hid it in my granny’s kitchen (facts)
i got a cougar b~tch, she like cheetah print (what?)
boiler piece of sh~t, so my life, i gotta peace this sh~t (woah)
in pappadeauxs poppin’ sh~t over lobster, b~tch (huh?)
and i don’t own nan’ broke b~tch, i’m just leasin’ ’em, i need to quit (yeah)
what you bringin’ to the table? ain’t no usin’ me (no)
replied to my text, told me that you through with me (f~ck you)
gold~digging poor b~tch, i ain’t losing sleep
took the b~tch for all she got, learned that from willie t (my unc’)
now she feelin’ extra hurt since she left me (since she left me)
turned around and f~cked her cousin, yeah, i’m messy (yeah, i’m messy)
now she spreading all my business, that’s unhealthy (b~tch)
they sayin’ a n~gga petty ’cause i swipe at hot~n~ready
i’m a fat n~gga with sauce, put that on the law (what?)
mix the bape with the lacoste, drippin’ when i walk
said she don’t like fat n~ggas, yeah, that’s what you thought
two weeks later suckin’ d~ck until it’s soft in the loft

[chorus]
i’ve been, i’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (don’t owe no one)
i heard you n~ggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (come and blow somethin’)
i’m in miami with tamika and tammy (yeah)
eatin’ donuts and p~ssy (yeah), i’ma pass on the xannys, facts
i’ve been, i’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (don’t owe no one)
i heard you n~ggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (come and blow somethin’)
i’m in belize with mich~lle, she a cold one
told her unwrap that p~ssy ’cause i want some

[verse 2]
shawn cotton said f~ck me
he ain’t put me on saycheese, told me he don’t need my money (what?)
elevator did the same (huh?), so i paid the lunch crew company
told myself next time you get up in that booth, get in your duffy, f~ck it
i’m in the booth goin’ dumby on thursday (it’s a thursday)
i got two b~tches already, need a third bae (i need three, n~gga)
my granny still is in the hood and said she ain’t leavin’ (woo)
so i surprised her with a draco on her birthday (bah, bah)
my b~tch gave me gonorrhea, but i still love her
a redd, pause that, yeah, i still love her
trap love, blown mattress and a thick cover (what?)
kicked her ass, got cured, and we still f~ckin’ (hoo)
me and georgie took them gifties on a field trip (yoom)
ty and jared lost weight on some lit sh~t (my baby)
i feel you, baby, get right, had to get fit (uh)
but on the real, if she was chucky, i’d still hit
i used to take my girl to rainbow, but it’s gucci now (woo)
i used to buy her burger king, it’s [?][2:21] now (yes, sir)
i used to love them ratchet b~tches and i still do now
i had a crush on reginae, but she with lucci now

[chorus]
i’ve been, i’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (don’t owe no one)
i heard you n~ggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (come and blow somethin’)
i’m in miami with tamika and tammy (yeah)
eatin’ donuts and p~ssy (yeah), i’ma pass on the xannys, facts
i’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (don’t owe no one)
i heard you n~ggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (come and blow somethin’)
i’m in belize with mich~lle, she a cold one
told her unwrap that p~ssy ’cause i want some

[verse 3]
from the window to the wall (to the wall)
f~ck trump, pledge allegiance to my b~lls (f~ck)
secret service on my line, f~ck ’em, i won’t answer calls (woo)
i’m a taylor boy, i’m back off resurrection, texas smith & wessons (yeah)
we ain’t shy with them glizzys, so watch where you steppin’ (yeah)
had dreams of b~tches, benzes, and a diamond necklace (yeah)
but now i’m puttin’ down payments up on land in texas (facts)
but on the beat, i get to f~ckin’ it up (beep, beep, beep)
i’m on my way to success, is you comin’ or what? (i’m cold, b~tch)
i’m quick to pull out my d~ck and tell her pucker it up (mwah, mwah)
my fat b~tch in dc, i call her buffalo b~tt
and i like my b~tches ratchet, can’t do bougie (that’s a fact)
i’m quick to pick a cardi b over karrueche (oh, i love it)
i carry alkaline water, not a tooly
and i think that b~tch bad, i’m puttin’ a donut in her booty, n~gga

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