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24lik & bfb da packman – pac man lyrics

[intro: 24lik]
kaio
big 24 sh+t

[verse 1: 24lik]
the way this rap sh+t payin’ me, might not shoot another beam (i swear)
like i direct movies, i pull up shootin’ on the scene (doot+doot+doot+doot)
it ain’t drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean? (f+ck is that?)
thought that b+tch done tooted up, put it on your tone ring
every n+gga walkin’ with me got a watch and that b+tch bling (bling)
don’t get your ass popped, jumping into sh+t you ain’t into (doot+doot+doo)
even when i play football, i kept a stick on me (that b+tch on me)
the glock ain’t tryna take you on a date when it’s hittin’ on you
f+ck around and shoot the party up, leave the hit rollin’
i ain’t even put it in yet, got this b+tch moanin’ (ahh)
d+ck game got her ass hype, she need melatonin (b+tch calm down)
hit hеr from the back, this b+tch lil p+ssy got some power (mmm)
brain so dumb, shе coulda played zeke off the power (d+mn)
just popped a perc and an addy, i’m finna go some hours
no i don’t want that p+ssy, b+tch if it’s smellin’ sour (get the f+ck off)
she eat it up like pac+man when i’m in the shower
just f+cked two 5’11 hoes, call them twin towers (d+mn)
long legs and long head, man this b+tch a stallion (sheesh)
got a chinese b+tch, but she look italian (sheesh)
call my tec draymond ’cause it’ll get to foulin’ (doot+doot+doo)
[verse 2: bfb da packman]
tlc, i’m always creepin’, drinkin’ pink but it ain’t easter
don’t really f+ck with rap hoes, they wanna f+ck and get a feature
you still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it
[?] bfb i pray over the syrup before i drink it
i call her “pooty booty” when we f+ck she always queefin’
her daddy black and momma white, saved her number under “zebra”
show a n+gga how to eat, they still wantin’ me to feed them
b+tch i got three kids i gotta feed, go suck a p+n+s
sneak always tryna slide, i might give big bro a brick
when i was f+cked up in houston, didn’t n0body give me sh+t
told my side b+tch i’m sorry, man i bust her on the lip
i told the b+tch i’m boutta cum and she wouldn’t get up off my d+ck (uh)
perc 30 packed, get a strip and get some fit
my monger longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my sh+t
i invest in my hoes, i might go and frost my wrist
my granny dipped in my stash and i went across her sh+t
don’t judge me, man i know i got some crazy lines
he think that’s his kid, but i’m knowin’ that that baby mine
finesse he drinkin’ green, he think it’s red, hit him with the dot
i been that n+gga way back when snow had a lazy eye
big lunch crew, get slumped crew
“oh man that b+tch a sl+t”, chill, i’m a sl+t too
keep the bl!ck under my stomach, sh+t, but i’ll punch too
you get money, i can’t get with you, then it’s f+ck you n+gga
[outro]
hahahahahaha, the lunch crew company

- 24lik bfb da packman lyrics

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