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bfb da packman & rio da yung og - pluto taught me كلمات أغنية

[intro: bfb da packman]
(enrgy made this one)
ooh
this like some neptunes sh_t, some pharrell sh_t
but look though, look, y’ello, look

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
gle63 look like a turtle sh_ll
i want a ugly bestie, can’t be cute ’cause i know myself
give a b_tch some raw meat like a bogus chef
one deep droppin’ pounds off on bouldercrest
i really know lou gram, i’m a fly shifter
cheat on my b_tch, get caught then i cry with her
i can’t see the competition, i’m a blind n_gga
ugly, i was broke, now i’m rich, i’m a fine n_gga
6.4 supercharger hemi got a whine in it
unity, i f_ck with the fours and the five n_gga
it’s thanksgiving, brodie bought a couple pies with him
n_gga pulled out some green lean, that’s a vibe k!ller
we’ll ban a n_gga
dj drama lifestyle, i keep a cannon with me
she a cougar now, i still wanna f_ck havana ginger
baby left blood on my lap, i had to slam a stripper
rip jalen cotts, godd_mn i miss him
keneisha stay on my mind like an aneurysm
good business got me rich, i don’t be scammin’ n_ggas
got a pint of act’ i never drunk, i’m dirty dancing with it
n_gga, pluto taught me
this codeine in my cup, i don’t do the coffee
baby, i can’t eat your alfredo if the noodles soggy
she know i’m up dog sh_t, she tryna get the doo doo off me
enrgy, pause the beat, i don’t stink though
this rap sh_t got us rich, we used to slang dope
n_gga, all my b_tches got money, i’m a great coach
f_ck if we in church, i got that ratchet, i just can’t go
brr, you better duck
already got a good b_tch, i want a better sl_t
you belong in jail, you put lean in a 7_up
the hoes leave with us, we treat the e_lade like a shuttle bus, on god
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
hold on, 7_up’s cool
we used to take hi_tech and pour up twos in small 7_ups
the n_gga got hit with a b_tton seven times from the belly up
is that a belly b_tton?
yes, i got sn_tched by the feds but i ain’t tell ’em nothin’, don’t believe them blog pages
they was postin’ bullsh_t, but they all hatin’
i’ll shoot some sh_t now, i got a ball waitin’ and i’ll make the shot
i swear to god, bro, i woke up at six, drunk a eight ‘fore eight o’clock
that was two hours
i’m so motherf_ckin’ high, i’m finna overdose, i took two showers
took a cold shower, then a hot shower
still can’t believe ju died, i’ll die ’bout it, i’ll die ’bout him
do that make sense?
i’ll die about a dead n_gga, i’ll break sh_t, i’ll face sh_t, i’ll take sh_t
i got a old school—, i got a freaky old n_gga, did a thirty, he’ll rape sh_t
my b_tch daughter t__th crooked, i just had to pay for braces
my kids ain’t gon’ grow up like me, i pay for education
ghost takin’ n_ggas chains, i told him chill, i got a necklace waitin’, soon as he come home
he in the genesee county, but we so f_ckin’ turnt i can come phone
they tried to jump me, i ain’t have my gun, i had to run home
i came back, jumped out with the gun and made him run home
then he ran in the house and we shot it up
i just had to tell my label ten million dollars not enough
we the gaffle boyz
i gotta wind the cars down, i hear a tracker noise

- bfb da packman rio da yung og

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