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bfb da packman – uhhhh lyrics

[intro]
it’s like 1 a.m., you know what i mean?
lunch crew sh+t
‘012, 2012
thanks a redd
ah (my n+gga caasi, turn up)
i’m super comfortable
yeah

[chorus]
uh (uh), f+ck what you heard
i got k!llers with glocks in hand just sittin’ by the phone, just waitin’ on my word, uh
rich off of verbs
if this rap sh+t don’t work, i’m takin’ a flight, comin’ back with them birds, uh (correct)
makin’ her squirt
she like, “d+mn, n+gga, can you nut?” b+tch, shut the f+ck up, i popped me a perc’, uh (correct)
n+gga, we cursed
wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray to god that i don’t die first, uh (correct)

[verse 1]
my brother robbed the whole flint, mama said don’t go back (facts)
fat n+gga, mini+mac in hand, b+tch, this was way before rap
almost got indicted for my raps, b+tch, and i’m never gon’ cap (facts)
7.62s enter and exit where your f+ckin’ dome at (yoom)
granny know i’m sellin’ dope outside so we can own cable (granny)
never really cheated on my b+tch, i just gave facials
bobo showed me ways with the ‘caine, how could i blame abel?
would’ve k!lled for a cmg chain, now i got my own label (that’s facts)
free g wayne, i swear my n+gga love that chopper sound
b gone, but i’ma hold it down, b+tch, i’m big papa now
i don’t hit no clubs, but draco, glocks around when i’m poppin’ out
tryna run up a milli’ cash p+ssy+free, don’t bring no thots around (thotties)
my mama say i say the dumbest sh+t, but i’m a social g+nius
kanasha broke my heart, so i can’t love, i’m a damaged demon
paul and g f+cked every b+tch i love and it left me speechless
break a b+tch heart to fifty pieces, get that b+tch some kleenix (ooh)

[chorus]
uh, f+ck what you heard
i got k!llers with glocks in hand just sittin’ by the phone, just waitin’ on my word, uh
rich off of verbs
if this rap sh+t don’t work, i’m takin’ a flight, comin’ back with them birds, uh (correct, ooh)
makin’ her squirt
she like, “d+mn, n+gga, can you nut?” b+tch, shut the f+ck up, i popped me a perc’, uh (perky, correct)
n+gga, we cursed
wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray to god that i don’t die first, uh

[verse 2]
big baby always talkin’ too much, he so messy (man, shut the f+ck up)
i refuse to fake the love, b+tch, i can’t help it (woohoo)
n+ggas known me all my f+ckin’ life, b+tch, this the real me (facts)
and i ain’t changin’, you don’t like it? p+ssy, k!ll me (uh)
when it get dark, jurassic park, like a sci+fi picture
granny bought a minivan, my brother did a drive+by in it
hold up, wait, a redd (ooh)
stop the track (okay)
i really swipe hot+n+ready, b+tch, that’s facts
you should’ve got hired at lids, ’cause all you p+ssies do is cap
same n+gga ask for money, i couldn’t even get they scr+ps
told them n+ggas no, so what’d they do? they stabbed me in the back (woo)
n+ggas talkin’ down to they b+tch, so i f+cked her from the back (uh)
i used to be down and out, but i’m the sh+t now
fat, ugly n+gga, but my main b+tch a brickhouse (uh)
it stank when you twerk (ooh), and your friends talk behind your back
they never tell your stankin’ ass the truth, they just sit back and cap

[chorus]
uh (uh), f+ck what you heard
i got k!llers with glocks in hand just sittin’ by the phone, just waitin’ on my word, uh
rich off of verbs
if this rap sh+t don’t work, i’m takin’ a flight, comin’ back with them birds, uh (correct, ooh)
makin’ her squirt
she like, “d+mn, n+gga, can you nut?” b+tch, shut the f+ck up, i popped me a perc’, uh (perky, correct)
n+gga, we cursed
wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray to god that i don’t die first, uh

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