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doechii - bfb da packman & yung gravy lyrics

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
so much dog sh*t on me, call me sh*t bag
louis v cable socks on, but they mismatch
snoop dogg had us rollin’ up zigzags
if doechii told me to l!ck ass, i’ma l!ck ass
cry babies in the engine, give you whiplash
paranoid, hand on my glock while i get gas
top dog, ain’t got sh*t on me, i skip leg
when i write raps, i be thinkin’ that my rent passed
johnny juliano on the beat, that’s some wild sh*t
i was eight, i used to steal his beats off a soundcl!ck
i put in work, i ain’t never had to ride d*ck
life crazy, you had the most fun with your side b*tch
one time for derek lee, i’ma get rich or die trying, i ain’t scared to eat
that n*gga funk flex said pac*man a parody
keepin feet on thеse n*ggas necks, i can’t let ‘еm breathe
yeah, on these n*ggas ass like a pair of briefs
i got this sh*t out the mud like a pair of cleats
all i care about is bread, n*gga, sarah lee
toxic, i’ll dog a b*tch out, still won’t let her leave
put that money in my hand like a pair of keys
i don’t care if them tittys saggy, baby, let them free
don’t trust these entertainment lawyers, n*ggas better read
before i sign a f*cked up deal, go back to sellin’ weed
i only eat wagu, that’s a better beef
watching harlem nights, n*gga, rest in peace to della reese
i got a old ass revolver, callin’ eloise
i drink codeine, h*ll no, i can’t sell the lean
[verse 2: yung gravy]
gang up with a thousand sticks, now you bonnie blue
freakin’ off a perc’, scarin’ hoes like the bottle do
that white b*tch with a sunburn look like majin boo
up the bunsen burner, turn his ass to a molecule
only white boy with narcotics at the barbecue
auntie cop the perc’, try to sl*t me in my laundry room
curved her in the moment, hit her later for the rendezvous
i run thanksgiving, i got a b*tch that will gobble you
you a f*ckin’ coward, i’m white, but my b*tch got a phd from howard
i turn the opps against each other, i’m a rabble rouser
pull up to the function, fifty bands in my lavish trouser
got your b*tch barking like she’s in heat, give her ass a treat
my homie heard that sh*t, he scared of dog so he had to leave
that’s b*tter, that’s some sh*t that i cannot believe
i’m in flint with thirty hoes, bfb and scuba steve
had to take a breather, buddy tried to run off with the pack
i hit him with a cleaver
30k for the trench coat, took a thousand damage
i got turned out in prison, call him a wide receiver
copious amount of hoes, now it’s my burn
take six, take them to the crib, think i’m richard sherman
big ass crib with a pool in it, think i’m richard sherman
genuinely k!ll for a bill, think i’m uma thurman

[outro: bfb da packman]
houston or michigan?
michigan
from michigan
but what’s the company?
the lunch crew company, i’m part of that
please don’t ever use that ’cause that’s embarrassing to me (haha)
what, the lunch crew? her
the lunch crew company

- bfb da packman yung gravy lyrics

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