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bfb da packman - bird bath كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yello
(the lunch crew company)
yeah
(i’m so proud of you, caasi)

[verse]
i’m so chicken tender dipped in ranch ’bout my lil’ sh_t (woo)
heart of a lion, but she standing 5’6” (yeah)
i’m a former trap n_gga, so she bought me five bricks
lil’ baby can’t drive, but know how to ride d_ck (know how to ride d_ck)
i take care of my kids, my mama told me i’m the worst daddy
my n_gga’s sister tried to f_ck me, had to curve ashley
i don’t sell drugs, i pop these, i don’t serve addies
son asked me, “what’s that in the jar?” said, “i’m bird_bathing” (yello)
n_gga, blue cheese and pushups got my hands ashy (yello)
i’ma die sipping syrup like my granddaddy (yеllo)
did so many turnarounds, b_tch, my pants backwards (yoom)
touched soo much china white, call me dan_san
i’ma run that monеy up ’til the sun done
chopper bullets make a n_gga dance, this that fun drum (boom)
if she’ll text another n_gga, she’ll f_ck one (she’ll f_ck one)
twenty thousand turn a n_gga into shark bait
just lost my best eater, leave me ‘lone, i’m in a dark sp_ce
creed on my b_tches, we ain’t f_cking with the marc jake (the marc jake)
b_tch, you bad, but you ain’t better than a parlay (no)
b_tch, you bad, but you not better than a lambchop (no)
b_tch, you bad, but i can’t cuff ’cause my mans popped
talking like you tough, f_cked around and got your mans dropped
neck black as h_ll, splay the jeweler, make it dance now
ooh, b_tch, bling, bling
bae, is you a squirt god or you a cream queen?
rob a n_gga blind if he try to sell me green lean (boom)
wock’ purple, trish purple, or that quagen sh_t
pay ____ for a hit, doggy hate to miss
anti_bad chocolate b_tch, baby hate to mix
salt and pepper only, no sugar, b_tch, i hate your grits
i’m focused, standing ten toes, you can’t stop this
squad full of stand_up n_ggas, b_tch, we got kids
d_lee said, “i ain’t shoot that n_gga, pack, the glock did”
maybach in cherry look like s_xxy red coochie
passed more drugs than a u of m med student
lied when you could’ve kept it real, now you dead to me
never turn my back on codeine, i made a pledge to it
the best after eminem, b_tch, this part two
hit him with a switch, now he gotta eat the jar food (yoom)
take this donut chain, that’s not a smart move
you don’t die and come back, that’s the cartoon
you gon’ die and stay dead and leave your mama sad
don’t blame me for this run, blame sada ass
if you a man and tryna vent, you gotta bottle that
might tell a joke, but never lies, baby, gotta blast
ugly, fat, black n_gga with a lot of cash
all this dog sh_t on me, now i got a rash
yello, look, first off, don’t choke, db.boutabag
broke up with your baby mama and it’s kind of sad
left your kids behind, she met me, now they got a dad
oh my god, turned into a toaster strudel, went and got a rag
[outro]
yo, i’m dead, man, let me hear that sh_t
lunch crew, yello

- bfb da packman

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