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bfb da packman - honey pack lyrics

[intro]
the lunch crew company, i’m part of that
please don’t ever use that, because that’s embarrassing for me
the lunch crew company
(j, this sh+t too crazy)
y’ello

[chorus]
n+gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh)
b+tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h+llo)
hit a n+gga block with that chop, how you doin’? (y’ello)
b+tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (home)
if she ain’t f+ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f+ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b+tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f+ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

[verse 1]
wait a second, d+mn, daniel, where’d you find this?
a stand+up guy, i don’t throw rocks and hide fists
she wanna l!ck my ass, i don’t mind it
you need antibiotics, dove soap can’t hide fish
i hit the b+tch with twenty dollars, she can’t squirt or cream
she unappreciative ’bout the twenty, that’s a smoker’s dream
i only f+ck with hoes, if you ain’t that, you just another fling
is you dumb? i’m never pickin’ kash doll over percules
if i sign a record deal, it’s gon’ be ovo
i’m eatin’ ruth chris, four years ago, it was four for fours
i made my name in houston, no cap, i feel like tony snow
turned down ten labels, i own my sh+t, i’m the f+ckin’ g.o.a.t.
baah, oh, that’s a sheep
honey pack d+ck, wake her up and put her back to sleep
i wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin’ me to eat
i make my b+tch and kids leave the house so i can beat my meat (y’ello)
[chorus]
n+gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh)
b+tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h+llo)
hit a n+gga block with that chop, how you doin’? (y’ello)
b+tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (home)
if she ain’t f+ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f+ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b+tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f+ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

[verse 2]
let me tell you ’bout this one lil’ freak a n+gga had
bagged her at the club, now we skatin’ in a jag’
now we at the pad, i’m ’bout to beat her from the back
i must’ve glanced down at her crack, she had sh+t up in her ass
can’t cap, man, i flipped the f+ck out, b+tch, get off my bed
you live a trife life, on god, don’t even want the head
she actin’ fake drunk, oh word? that’s how you gon’ play it?
you ain’t baby wipin’ sh+t, call your uber, i’ma call the feds
just in case they try to k!ll me, baby, c+o+d
honey pack stopped workin’, now i’m back to poppin’ e’s on e’s
i’m andre romelle young, these other n+ggas d+o+c
if jada cheat on will, dawg, i know my b+tch’ll cheat on me
houston love me as they own, but i’ma die a piston
my mama said, “f+ck rap, son, go be a dietician”
future f+ck my b+tch, she gotta die, i ain’t scottie pippen
make salat with fifty muslims, inshallah, but i’ma die a christian (y’ello)
[chorus]
n+gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh)
b+tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h+llo)
hit a n+gga block with that chop, how you doin’? (y’ello)
b+tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (home)
if she ain’t f+ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f+ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b+tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f+ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

- bfb da packman lyrics

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