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rice - bfb da packman lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(i’m so proud of you, caasi)

[chorus]
live it up today, n*gga, i can die tonight
p*ssy so wet, gotta sit that sh*t in rice
og sipper, f*ck a fanta, grab a sprite
don’t leave your food unattended in the trap, b*tch, we got mice
ryan destiny, that’s my type
coco jones, uh, that’s my type
ain’t takin’ no plea, money long, b*tch, we gon’ fight
put some money on your head, then put a bad b*tch on a flight

[verse 1]
laid*back n*gga, i don’t boast
ridin’ with this dirty stick, this b*tch a ghost
like a n*gga on probation, he don’t really want the smoke
i took the quagen to atlanta, n*gga, you can ask lil boat
i know this b*tch toxic, she got white tips on her toes
in mexico sippin’ mojitos, stuffin’ white sh*t in her nose
trump got my n*ggas rich, so he forevеr got my vote
b*tch say she gettin’ marriеd, but i’m forever in her throat
dirty donuts, roll them papers, got this motherf*cker stinkin’
i be d*gg*n’ on the b*tches that only f*ck me ’cause i’m famous
that baby don’t look like you and you know that b*tch ain’t faithful
never got a blood test, but your dumb ass still gon’ claim it
i built this sh*t brick by brick, i feel like franklin
got her hair done every week ’cause if i don’t, then she get cranky
my scammer b*tch so pretty, quick to ask you who you bank with
learned the game from daniel poku, spent a h*llcat on a painting
[chorus]
live it up today, n*gga, i can die tonight
p*ssy so wet, gotta sit that sh*t in rice
og sipper, f*ck a fanta, grab a sprite
don’t leave your food unattended in the trap, b*tch, we got mice
ryan destiny, that’s my type
coco jones, uh, that’s my type
ain’t takin’ no plea, money long, b*tch, we gon’ fight
put some money on your head, then put a bad b*tch on a flight

[verse 2]
me and tweetie, we forever, we ain’t married, but i’m her husband
she forgave me for that one time that i f*cked all on her cousin
ain’t even talkin’ to my brother, different struggle, same mother
n*gga dogged me out on facebook, made me feel like he ain’t love me
my daddy love crack and my mama, swear to god, that sh*t so ugly
he won’t put no one above it, bet he wish i had a muzzle
as a kid, i swear to god, bobo the only man that hugged me
if a n*gga ain’t a daddy to his kid, how can i trust him?

- bfb da packman lyrics

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