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pluto taught me - bfb da packman & rio da yung og lyrics

[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 lyrics

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