lirik lagu kentucky love – bfb da packman, krispylife kidd, & babyfxce e
[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
lightskin, ass—
lightskin, but she— f*ck
lightskin, but got a fat ass, she look like j.lo
i’ll pop you in your top, give you a halo
or i’ll make your top pop like a faygo
i really din done dud it all, i bet they know
h*lla stones on my hand in this b*tch, i feel like thanos
and i’m the god of war in my city, i feel like kratos
i’m really plugged, can’t name a place i can’t go
make your b*tch shake that laffy taffy, i feel like fabo
b*tch, hurry up and get it tooted
i’m ’bout to pull my phone out, we finna shoot a movie
i’m disappointed in my muslim brother, he did it in his kufi
but who am i to judge? allah knows best
everywhere i go, i got thirty with me like i know steph
really threw this b*tch liftin’ pounds, i need a bowflex
my b*tch upped a roll of fifties on you, that’s my ho flex
she amazing, she swallow d*ck like she ain’t got no neck
my next piece gon’ be big as f*ck, take up the whole chest
man, let me slow it down
my n*gga over*sprayed the dog, somebody grab a towel
this the new edition of the glocks, you better cool it now
threw a d*ck on and had them b*tches screamin’ when i pulled it out
hit his home with some messy sh*t, this b*tch’ll move the house
you a failure, my n*gga, you can’t move an ounce
i don’t check in with no city, i hit it and i move around
this type of smoke’ll choke the sh*t out you like draymond
keep a dub on me, pockets fat as h*ll like faizon
i’m really just a bool dude, i feel like [?]
i told the b*tch keep your ass up and put your face down
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
they used to call me baby e, now they call me fxce now
i don’t need a heat, i can knock you with a face towel
almost took a loss to the courtroom and had a breakdown
gon’ change this lo’ name to my mama crib, but this my bae house
yeah, my b*tch might watch the location
cameras in and out the house, i can watch from the bas*m*nt
baby bottles all around the crib like i’m watchin’ a baby
and the arp the size of a kindergartener
i’ll f*ck a n*gga wig up like a beginner barber
but lately i been keepin’ sh*t straight like i been a barber
n*ggas tryna catch up, but i’m gettin’ farther
take the glock to every play, that’s my business partner
i’ll k!ll for a week straight, b*tch, don’t get me started
quit actin’ buff ’cause you got some buffs, b*tch, i’ll steal your cartis
the crib on the northside look like a haunted house
in a tree across from where he stay, i’m tryna hunt him out
furniture ain’t cheap, i ain’t finna f*ck your ass on my couch
went in the closet, got a blow*up mattress just to bust her down
og want me to plain*jane, but i’ma bust it down
this glocky ain’t no plain jane, it shoot a hundred miles
a hundred pounds, sell ’em all for one, bro, that’s a hundred thousand
do that sh*t ten times, bro, that’s another comma
if this sh*t ain’t pop off, that was my other option
and now my only problem is findin’ somethin’ when i’m goin’ shopping (yeah)
[verse 3: bfb da packman]
bfb da packman don’t got a bad song
got a b*tch from philly, saved her number under bad jawn
cash app a band ’cause she ugly without lash on
my son woke up while i’m mixin’ fent’, put your mask on
f*ck child protective services
n*ggas soft as jergens, had a spatula, wouldn’t press a burger
plastic sheet on top of my mattress, she a heavy squirter
bad, dark skin, t**th white, skin look like a hershey
r.i.p. shawty lo
gettin’ money with my white friends, but don’t call me ghost
f*cked a n*gga bm a week straight ’cause he called me broke
i don’t know her by her real name, we just call her throat
my glock regular, no switch attached
just cut my day*one friend off with his hissin’ ass
been givin’ n*ggas all day for fent’, i wanna switch the bag
but this the only way that gang gang could get richer fast
f*ck the feds, i’ll expose a lot
call the label like, “it’s my check and i want it now”
dirty donuts, diamond in the rough, come get a ‘bow of ‘za
my son asked me can he have a drink, he think we pourin’ pop
back up, son, this trish and sprite
ten likes and i’ma f*ck a n*gga b*tch tonight
tdi just a h*rnball, he’d hit a dyk*
lunchcrew ain’t sh*t to play with, we ain’t fisher*price
n*gga, we gettin’ rich at the bnb
buy that b*tch a chanel bag, stop bein’ cheap
f*ck all these hoes raw, but i ain’t goin’ out like eazy*e
north flint n*gga ’til i die, let rio free
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