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bfb da packman – honey pack (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: bfb da packman]
the lunch crew company
(j, this sh_t too crazy)
y’ello

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
let me see the p_ssy real quick, finger test, let me smell it
balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
ride with seven bl!ckies in the car and all my n_ggas felons
i wanna f_ck karen civil raw but i don’t know how to tеll her
left l!ck, came back with boatboy and ddg
frеsh_fresh wax, got the p_ssy bald headed, like e_v_e
just was sleeping on the floor now a young n_gga on bet
put trump back in office, got my n_ggas rich off edd (the lunch crew company)
huh, can you mind me up?
it’s jokes in my mind, but on the low, n_ggas bodied up
young_young_young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up
rod wave won’t let me buy a feature, d_mn, am i hot enough? (y’ello)
[chorus: bfb da packman]
n_gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh_uh)
b_tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h_llo)
hit a n_gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b_tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f_ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f_ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b_tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f_ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i been giving out medium_sized rich d_ck (mm)
only eat p_ssy if the inside pink as patrick (yes)
ridin’ ’round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist
i think i was resurrected just like lazarus (d_mn)
honey pack to [?] and it never work
rather hit the bathroom ‘fore i f_ckin’ pop eleven percs
i f_cked an ugly b_tch through the night, she asking me for merch
b_tch, we don’t give out souvenirs, this ain’t how that work (stupid_ass b_tch)
i don’t know how to flirt (yeah)
i need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse
being broke or a b_tch, i don’t what’s worse
pack [?] sixty_thousand donuts to do this verse

[chorus: bfb da packman]
n_gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh_uh)
b_tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h_llo)
hit a n_gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b_tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f_ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f_ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b_tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f_ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)
[verse 3: ddg, bfb da packman]
i just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket
knock you out your socket, that’s what all my opps get
i be rockin’ gucci, gettin’ h_lla coochie
i just got a uzi, put it in my suit piece
told that boy, “don’t play with me”
when i’m walkin’ out the house, a hundred k on me
these ghetto b_tches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me
she wanna kick it for some weeks, i got a day on me
these b_tches suckin’ on my meat
i ain’t finna tell her when i’m ’bout to skeet
i’ma bust all in her mouth and then her t__th
i don’t got time for dates, i told that b_tch to uber_eat
i’m steppin’ in l.a., i got designer on my feet
i’m a [?] seven_figure n_gga
i’m never coming back down, only gettin’ bigger
lil’ n_gga, put the strap down, ya’ ain’t gon’ pull the trigger
i’m a [?] seven_figure n_gga (y’ello)

- bfb da packman

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