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bfb da packman – made me mad lyrics

[intro]
[?] this sh+t too crazy
thank you [?]
i appreciate you man
but right now i’m hungry
i need a+

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
mac sauce on the double cheese
one time for fat n+ggas that look up to me
looking [?] now she stuck with me
she pulled out her phone [?] the glock i’m not [?]
when you suck it baby girl gotta [?]
[?] not joke and laugh
hit his baby mama for the [?]
my engineer leak some of my music, i’ma smoke his ass (holy moly)
what’s up, [?] ?
“pew pew pew pew pew” what the k said
“objection in this court room” what the k said
my b+tch caught me f+cking on her sister i just played dead
i bought these clothes from walmart, is they really fly?
[?] made me cry
she said i had the best d+ck, did she tell me lies?
my kids kinda ugly, had to ask her, “is they really mine?”
bfb and dice soho, this sh+t big reckless
[?] said he gon’ slide, b+tch i’m in texas
call my b+tch fivio foreign ’cause the b+tch wetty
wanna know if i got hiv? go get your b+tch tested
[interlude]
oh my god
[?]
holy moly, sh+t wait come on
let’s go
ok let’s go now
right here
wait let’s go
ok, let’s go

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
told the teacher f+ck you and they expel me
they spell packman without a k b+tch don’t misspell me
i put on trash bag to lose weight, b+tch i’m missy elliot
she suck d+ck so sloppy thought she threw up and she didn’t tell me (oh my god)
seen you with your girl you turned your back i told her get with me
ass flat like a macbook but got some big titties
she text me and she told me she get loose when she drink remy
i thought about smoking crack rock just to get skinny

[verse 3: dice soho]
yeah yeah ay
skinny n+gga d+ck 6’2
walked in the spot, eyes red and my wrist blue
icey life, f+ck a thot, b+tches in the igloo
coronavirus hit, i rob a n+ggas for they tissue
diamonds on me in the [?] (yes sir)
just dm’d your b+tch she ready to risk her life
and i know you probably don’t trust her so don’t get me hype[?]
[?] ain’t got nothing to do [?]
yea yea, free [?] though
been poppin’ sh+ts as kids [?]
chick in my trap in some yeezy clothes
my b+tch [?] though
baby glock by my c+ck, told her be careful
gettin’ slop, in the drop, [?]
i just f+cked on a thot thought i was hugh hefner
yea i turnt to a ho [?]
two spots, one [?] next to brock lesner (uh huh)
my neighbor elon musk, he let me whip the tesla (skrr skrr skrr)
just [?] i let it hit the pressure (what up?)
how you expect to win if you don’t put in effort
[outro]
[?]
yes sir

- bfb da packman lyrics

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