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bfb da packman & sada baby - golden gooses lyrics

[intro: bfb da packman]
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
y’ello, y’ello, mic check, one+two, one+two, let’s get it, look

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
my b+tch so bad, she don’t even need a filt’
think you could f+ck with me? you better get that boy some milk
do whippet with the trissy and some zaza, now i’m pimp
versace sheets up on my mattress, bae, come f+ck me on this silk (f+ck me on this silk)
i came up from the bottom, b+tch, i don’t got sh+t to prove
that n+gga meek gave us the blueprint, get the money with the jews
don’t call my phone while i’m gamblin’, you keep f+ckin’ up my groovе
sprite purple like a b+tch еye that’s always gettin’ abused (wait, wait, wait)
“packman still rich, what the f+ck he really on?”
huh, facetime only, n+gga, f+ck a minute phone
was a dreadhead, the switch turned him to a chili bowl
mr. get a brick and bust that, f+ck her down to kidney stones (kidney stones)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, in the cullinan
dog ho, say she love me but let my brother hit
hundred thousand on this donut, and i ain’t tuckin’ it
hundred million and miss jenise hart on my bucket list

[break: bfb da packman]
yeah, it’s bfb da packman, the pockets big, you know what i’m sayin’?
i could throw a wig on a pig to get a gig, you dig?
[chorus: bfb da packman]
my b+tch bad (mhm), whip fast (mhm)
she don’t need no filter with her thick ass (mhm)
ran off with that sack and he got k!lled fast (mhm)
young rich n+gga with a big bag (mhm)
my b+tch bad (mhm), whip fast (mhm)
diamonds water, you would think my sh+t glass (mhm)
how you hatin’, but you broke? that sh+t sad (mhm)
n+ggas lazy, probably why your b+tch mad (mhm)
y’ello

[verse 2: sada baby]
nah, he a lame, huh, that’s why his b+tch like me
huh, n+gga ain’t ever been this icy, huh, i pull up, fit nike
huh, i pull up tech, nike, huh, with a nike tech
huh, that b+tch just do it [?], ma, i’m ’bout to come get some neck (now work)
tsh, uh, f+ck me by the b+lls, b+tch
huh, know i keep it a hundred, i give you a hundred, better touch your toes, b+tch
huh, everything rose, tryna watch you play with your rose, b+tch
uh, walked up in her kitchen, used her stove and cooked the whole brick
uh, bae+bae old, but she cold, keyshia cole p+ssy
uh, hit a cougar with this ruger, ain’t nothin’ wrong with it
uh, lazy n+gga don’t want no smoke, i overwork this bl!cky
what else? overwork this fifty, huh, his ho gon’ eat this d+ck
huh (sho’nuff!), my b+tch bad
huh, jojo ain’t goin’ out the business ‘less the mix bad
uh, throw that n+gga a party ’cause that chop got kickback
uh, mind your business or you can get your sh+t smacked
[chorus: bfb da packman]
my b+tch bad (mhm), whip fast (mhm)
she don’t need no filter with her thick ass (mhm)
ran off with that sack and he got k!lled fast (mhm)
young rich n+gga with a big bag (mhm)
my b+tch bad (mhm), whip fast (mhm)
diamonds water, you would think my sh+t glass (mhm)
how you hatin’, but you broke? that sh+t sad (mhm)
n+ggas lazy, probably why your b+tch mad (mhm)
y’ello

- bfb da packman sada baby lyrics

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