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bfb da packman - grocery freestyle lyrics

[chorus]
i’m a big problem (tapekid)
i don’t want the lil’ d’ussé, i want the big bottle
n+ggas doin’ weird+ass sh+t just to get follows
i like my side hoes light+skin, main b+tch chocolate
rio locked, packman gon’ keep sh+t poppin’
million+dollar n+gga, still eatin’ fries from mcdonald’s
thirty+inch bust down my bae, she ride d+ck proper
if i can pray there, i can stay there, we don’t get proffers, n+gga

[verse 1]
huh, n+gga, f+ck the feds
so much dog sh+t in my pocket, where the plunger at?
had a threesome with a dyk+ ho and my baby mama
we eatin’ coochie at the same time and we keep bumpin’ heads
hold on, b+tch, back up, i can do it better
tried to abort my lil’ son, he a truly blessing
f+ck a b+tch once and i’m straight, i’m a coochie tester
mixin’ pai, quagen, and wock’, this a spooky beverage
dove told me vlog my life and i love that n+gga
paul never turned his back, i’m still thuggin’ with him
i miss [?] every d+mn day, wish she’d hug a n+gga
gave up on rap, joe mcfashion told me, “flood them n+ggas”
huh, so i’m back for blood
treat these rap n+ggas like my sons, told ’em wrap it up
boyfriend pimpin’ with the b+tch at home, shackin’ up
gave my brother life, that sh+t make me wanna whack the judge
huh, this my life daily
ghetto n+gga, chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
n+ggas actin’ hard, but they sweet, they some life savers
made my son high off the wock’, he a pint baby
[chorus]
i’m a big problem
i don’t want the lil’ d’ussé, i want the big bottle
n+ggas doin’ weird+ass sh+t just to get follows
i like my side hoes light+skin, main b+tch chocolate
rio locked, packman gon’ keep sh+t poppin’
million+dollar n+gga, still eatin’ fries from mcdonald’s
thirty+inch bust down my bae, she ride d+ck proper
if i can pray there, i can stay there, we don’t get proffers

[verse 2]
yeah, we on verse two
i done touched so many— (brr), call me bird flu
i wouldn’t give a f+ck if you was jesus, i’d serve you
never show your soft side to a b+tch, ’cause it’ll hurt you
these b+tches dairy queens
bought a hundred cases, think it’s green, but it’s antifreeze
tell jess hilarious that i wanna eat that panty cream
burgular bar doors when i’m trappin’ ’cause i’m scared of fiends
b+tch, don’t touch me
if the p+ssy stink when she show up, b+tch, let’s get musty
the same b+tch that used to play with you back in high school’ll
double back and try to give you the p+ssy when they get chunky

[chorus]
yeah, i’m a big problem
i don’t want the lil’ d’ussé, i want the big bottle
n+ggas doin’ weird+ass sh+t just to get follows
i like my side hoes light+skin, main b+tch chocolate
rio locked, packman gon’ keep sh+t poppin’
million+dollar n+gga, still eatin’ fries from mcdonald’s
thirty+inch bust down my bae, she ride d+ck proper
if i can pray there, i can stay there, we don’t get proffers, n+gga
[outro]
i don’t get no proffers, bro
we gon’ take it on the chin
f+ck it
lunch crew, yellow
the lunch crew company, i’m part of it
the lunch crew company

- bfb da packman lyrics

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