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bfb da packman & rio da yung og - spudd the jeweler, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
oh, now you tryna f+ck with me because you see me in the mall with packman, rio and the gaffle boyz
you just seen me with the gaffle boyz, you tryna f+ck with me now
we ain’t doin’ that
you wasn’t f+ckin’ with me then, don’t try to f+ck with me now, b+tch
(enrgy made this one)
ha, here we go again
y’ello, uh
look

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
i put the syrup down, ri’ got me back sippin’
b+tch a ten on the ‘gram, but that hoe be catfishin’
b+tch think i’m from detroit, but i’m from flint, we rap different
same hoes be fat shamin’ sneakin’ f+ckin’ fat n+ggas
b+tch a hypocrite
this white girl jumpin’ out the pot, it need some ritalin
your n+gga sip green every day, we not еquivalent
her booty big, but always trippin’ over littlе sh+t
ooh, this a robbery
b+tch attitude horrible like my momma greens
dog sh+t in my f+nny pack, it’s a colostomy
you asked me to put d+ck up in your ass, then why you stoppin’ me?
i thought you liked +n+l
ass fat, pop out anywhere like a white neighbor
head bring me back alive, she a life saver
take $50k to spudd the jeweler, told him, “ice age me”
b+tch, you thick and light skinned, your momma white ain’t she
got a spanish b+tch, i’m on her ass like an ice agent
potato on the glock when it shoot, sound like a vibrator
hatin’ on this sh+t and you gon’ die hatin’
i’m on some different sh+t
n+gga, i’ll take a insta’ baddie on a fishing trip
i said my baby momma when she asked me, “who d+ck is this?”
meet a n+gga with money, you get excited like a stripper b+tch
haha, oh, your knees weak
b+tch, this fly trap gumbo, this ain’t no seaweed
five hundred thou’ cash on me in a sebring
beat a b+tch up then say, “i’m sorry” like i’m c. breeze
ayo, cici piece full of vv’s
f+ck sellin’ dope, i need a hundred million vc
postpartum, i get excited when i see fiends
ghetto flint n+gga, i still wanna f+ck cici
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
hold on, sh+t, i wanna f+ck cici too
f+ck a .308, we just hopped out with a .332, you ain’t seen this
i just drunk a pint of peach mint, you ain’t seen tris in a few weeks
they think we at the big crib, we at a new street, with a new heat
i got a sweet tooth, you n+ggas too sweet
they said they all, huh, all they seen was the switch burst out a blue jeep and a mine chain
they think we did it
i’ll f+ck your head up, i’ll tell you ri’ did it
me and jay had rapped off a beat before and re+did it, we ain’t remix it
i’ll f+ck your head up if i show you the crib, i got three kitchens
striker boys waitin’ on me outside in bumblebee’s chillin’
with the, with the b+tton on the back
heli’ and the ar’ll leave somethin’ on they back
we known for leavin’ n+ggas back pockets dirty
lean sipper, i just had some act’, wock and quali’
you don’t believe me, n+gga, ask dc
i ain’t have a knife, i had my n+gga hold it down from dc
i was locked up with dude, he went to pc
i got a school shooter, white kid that’ll k!ll you for a psp
i’m off an adderall, a xan’, a perc’ and some lsd
plus, i smoked a cigarette and i just had some lean
lil tay just rolled up twelve joints, i got a high from weed, i got a contact
a n+gga took your chain, but, honestly gang, that sh+t ain’t worth buyin’ back
what you pay for that?
they don’t be playin’ with the gang, they know we lay sh+t flat, aye
the chicago police took all my j, i want my bracelet back
i paid the high for that
a n+gga swung on me and missed and he died for that, you can ask mike
i only drunk an eight of drink, we had a bad night

- bfb da packman rio da yung og lyrics

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