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lirik lagu shame – bfb da packman

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
lake view, chillin’, i’m in frisco
bad asian b*tch with me sniffin’ big coke
fat black n*gga, but i’m shinin’ like crisco
that’s the same reason that your b*tch won’t let my d*ck go
baby, open up your trunk, let me put my bike in it (thanks, yakree)
thought my brother had my back until he stuck a knife in it
took my heart out my chest and i put some ice in it
you a b*tch*ass n*gga, boy, you got that dyk* in you
n*ggas’ time up, i’m back now
i was humble, now i’m ignorant, pullin’ racks out
if you book me for a show, can’t do pat*downs
first time she let me f*ck, i pulled her tracks out
but i paid for it
new wig, who this?
it was gaps in my mouth until i got my tooth fixed
i’m one deep in the whip, but i’m ridin’ with two d*cks
best p*ssy come from a b*tch who shaped like toothpicks
yeah, baldhead skittle*dittle
f*ck the opps, you gotta watch the ones who chillin’ with you
no babytron, you disrespect me, i’ll get sh*tty with you
no bl!cky on me, in the trenches eatin’ ishkabibble’s
b*tch, i been official
i’m quick to cut a b*tch off who entitled
i’m a leanhead, if n*ggas got a pint, them i’ma buy it
got a mean flow, when people listen to it, meningitis
trump had the streets eatin’, n*gga, we don’t f*ck with biden
i don’t wear jewelry, b*tch, i’m into buyin’ titles
real estate, ownin’ deeds, adam sandler is my idol
flip*flops and swimming trunks, no designer, b*tch, i’m grindin’
and i’m still sellin’ dope, stuff these pills in your v*g*n*
be with different hoes, but i never change women
pockets green as f*ck like a fake chain in it
had a heart full of love, now it’s just pain in it
i done been broke as f*ck, that’s why i never shame n*ggas
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it
say you just got it done, go’n and put that body on me
thought i gave you free glock, but it had a body on it
ain’t gotta give my love to you, ’cause i know somebody want it, oh (oh, oh)
baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it, oh (oh, oh)
ain’t gotta tell you how to do it ’cause you know just how i want it, girl

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
sippin’ wock’, watch my kids play
big crib, extra sp*cious where my kids lay
hustle hard to keep that smile up on my kids’ face
if a n*gga die tonight, i know my kids straight
i ain’t selfish, nicki
i’m doin’ merch and my b*tch down to sell it with me
never been to prison, but he keep a couple felons with him
baby got that sloppy dumb head that leave a belly sticky
n*ggas was the brick man, now he out here sellin’ frenchies
gotta switch that hustle up
n*gga risk a hundred years tryna double up (double up)
make a hundred one night, tomorrow, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
if the feds ever come, you gotta suck it up (suck it up)
this what came with it
missin’ christmas, birthdays, and them thanksgivings
we don’t take proffers, go to trial or we take sentence
when i come home, i need a b*tch and a steak dinner
solid as a rock ’til i die and i ain’t switchin’
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it
say you just got it done, go’n and put that body on me
thought i gave you free glock, but it had a body on it
ain’t gotta give my love to you, ’cause i know somebody want it, oh (oh, oh)
baby, stick your tongue out, let me put this molly on it, oh (oh, oh)
ain’t gotta tell you how to do it ’cause you know just how i want it, girl (oh)

- bfb da packman

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