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bfb da packman - free joe exotic lyrics

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[verse: bfb da packman]
trapped the whole winter
scammed for the summer
came to america wit’ dope in her stomach
spent $1,100 on these valentino runners
we just f+ckin’ for the summer, ‘fore i hit, i change my number
pa—packman on a track? it’s a slapper!
i—i—i’ll jump off a bridge ‘fore i put my d+ck in plastic
i was so f+cked up, that i had to sell plaster
if my b+tch say bless you when you sneeze, you can have her
don’—don’t blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
i don’t like good girls, i like hooker, hooker, hookers
and i don’t sell crack, i’m givin’ n+ggas booger sugar
call the plug, and he pullin’ up on a kawasaki
tell my brother if he catch a body, then i’m tellin’ mommy
hallelujah, jesus christ, but i’m with a thousand ockeys
came up from sellin’ p+ssy, free my n+gga joe exotic
she said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
‘ol lyin’ ass b+tch, my d+ck ain’t that big
cougar b+tch, but she look good, toni braxton
i—i—i—i—i got low self+esteem, i was a fat kid
suck it good, chew it, then swallow, sour patch kid
my b+tch ’bout to leave me ’cause i’m built like patrick
i nut super quick and i be weighin’ down the mattress
on the low, dawg, i’m tired of this fat sh+t
i—i—i—i—i—i—i—i—i ain’t signed to n0body, b+tch, i work for me
b+tch f+cked a opp for revenge, she think she hurtin’ me
caught ’em both slippin’ at the movies, gave ’em first degree
rihanna got awards in that case, b+tch, herpe me
[verse 2: sada baby]
i tell a b+tch if she ain’t suckin’ d+ck, then leave me be (ha)
yeah, i need a freaky hoe to eat the dingalini (on god)
and dough head ring up baby mama off of ching+a+ling
i think she think me and her got a thing (naw)
b+tch, naw, you ain’t gettin’ a d+mn thing but my b+lls (okay!)
don’t reply to yo’ texts, i’m ignorin’ yo’ calls (b+tch)
look, gotta hit the trap, i got plays for that raw (i do)
whole thangs, we got bricks, we got blocks of that dope (we good)
break—break—break—break it down, watch me boogie on that p+ssy while i’m smokin’ bushie (ooh)
huh, baby daddy talkin’ tough, i give that boy a noogie (right)
still make his baby mama stuff a script up in her tushie (i will)
used to skip school wit’ them sticks, playin’ hockey, hood sh+t (heel)
ca—ca—ca—catch a snitch lackin’ on his balcony, tekashi
my asian n+gga keep a hot chop clip, wasabi
packman got some fat fans in the lobby (he do)
skuba steve got some lame n+ggas tryna clout chase (hmm, hmm)
packman ate yo’ grandmama wit’ the pound cakes (hmm, hmm)
skuba steve movin’ that gram down to the shake (hmm, hmm)
hmm, f+ck a pandemic, flint water been f+cked up (hmm, hmm)
huh, ain’t n0body send n0body there to help us (hmm, hmm)
huh, bounce back, shake back, picked our self up (tell ’em)
huh, still trap around this b+tch, the lord blessed us (tell ’em)
huh, i got b+lls in the mail when i wake up (okay)
huh, i might give that b+tch a perc’ if she take one (n+gga, do it)
huh, you can hit that door wit’ no tool, i ‘on’t even take one (do it, do it)
huh, you ain’t never had no topside? we got a1 (alright)
huh, i done ran up a hundred through this quarantine
huh, ain’t sh+t boring ’bout them bands, give me more of him (okay)
you’ll never hear no b+tch say she bored wit’ me (not ever)
you—you’ll never hear no n+gga say he [?] me (not never)
huh, if the n+gga play, then he gon’ be a corpse, huh (on god)
baby dre got the chop’ and a .40
[verse 3: bfb da packman]
i’m s—i’m super healthy, mixin’ syrup with the jamba juice
you ever got head from a fiend that was snaggle toothed?
home depot, when we slide down, we bring them hammers through
chop—chop—chop—chopper wit’ the knife, it’ll slice a n+gga cabbage loose
before i trick wit’ a b+tch, i’ll wear a condom
i—i hate to eat fruit, my diet bad, so she hate to swallow
i’m really f+cked up, they put gin in my baby bottle
tell—tell my brother if he catch another body, i’ma tell my mama
fire top, locked jaw, had to grab the bed
she like perc’ d+ck when we f+ckin’, lemme grab my meds
pop—popped a n+gga, but he didn’t die, he went and grabbed the feds
when i eat yo’ p+ssy from the back, baby, grab my head
ugh, i’m complacent now
k bullets flyin’ through the crib and flipped the place around
was in a 1 bedroom, was lookin’ sp+cious now
va—vacuum seal some rabbit food, voila, i can make a pound
whip a pint wit’ some wood, i’m a lumberjack
n+gga mad his b+tch f+cked me, didn’t even hump her back
instead of slidin’, beefin’ bout a b+tch, you need to dump her ass
this bop stick’ll f+ck a p+rnstar, it got the nuts attached
o—o—okay, listen, i’m ’bout to quit rappin’
i like my b+tches dumb and illiterate, ’cause they get nasty
donut eatin’ got me diabetes, n+gga, f+ck salad
my b+tch cheatin’, fed her to the animals, carole baskin
[verse 4: sada baby]
whip a four, aye, huh (mm)
trap a four piece, huh (mm)
fn, front seat, where ya hoe be (mm)
i—i—i—i—i—i put tints on my nephew huffy bike, keep him lowkey (b+tch)
i ain’t extra, b+tch, you special if you ghostin’ me (uh, yeah)
huh, everybody ’round me rich, how it’s ‘posed to be (uh, yeah)
bi—big booty, b+tt naked b+tch while i roll my weed, lil’ thot (uh, yeah)
i’m a million dollar n+gga, hop on yo’ knees (ah, ah, ah)
you ain’t ever seen 40 thousand in all blue cheese
tell dt put it on the aux, that’s all you need
he gon’ big back drop or pop ’em, watch all you bleed (he do)
huh, watch all y’all die (he do)
huh, watch all you dead (he do)
huh, b+tches get back, gang need all that bread (yeah)
huh, got scopes wit’ the yhaps, we aimin’ at heads (bang)
huh, we scr+pin’ n+ggas whole blocks, they aimin’ at legs (goofy)
like, we gotta get equal, you heard what i said (you hear me?)
huh, like, we gotta get even, you know how we play it (do you hear me?)
like this rifle, illegal, i’m still gon’ spray it (on god)
huh, i might shoot it diagonal and knock off his mans
huh, me and stewie high fivin’, we done dropped a n+gga
huh, me and relative got a smile? know what time it is (huh)
huh, meet taytay on a mile for a pound of mids (yeah)
bout—bout—bouta jugg a n+gga outta town, ain’t stoppin’ sh+t (on god)
nutboy prolly gave yo’ titi a crack rock (for real)
lil’ bro’ll beat yo’ ass if you try some sh+t
duh!

- bfb da packman lyrics

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