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letra de pac man - 24lik & bfb da packman

[intro: 24lik]
kaio
big 24 sh-t

[verse 1: 24lik]
the way this rap sh-t payin’ me, might not shoot another beam (i swear)
like i direct movies, i pull up shootin’ on the scene (doot-doot-doot-doot)
it ain’t drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean? (f-ck is that?)
thought that b-tch done tooted up, put it on your tone ring
every n-gga walkin’ with me got a watch and that b-tch bling (bling)
don’t get your ass popped, jumping into sh-t you ain’t into (doot-doot-doo)
even when i play football, i kept a stick on me (that b-tch on me)
the glock ain’t tryna take you on a date when it’s hittin’ on you
f-ck around and shoot the party up, leave the hit rollin’
i ain’t even put it in yet, got this b-tch moanin’ (ahh)
d-ck game got her ass hype, she need melatonin (b-tch calm down)
hit hеr from the back, this b-tch lil p-ssy got some power (mmm)
brain so dumb, shе coulda played zeke off the power (d-mn)
just popped a perc and an addy, i’m finna go some hours
no i don’t want that p-ssy, b-tch if it’s smellin’ sour (get the f-ck off)
she eat it up like pac-man when i’m in the shower
just f-cked two 5’11 hoes, call them twin towers (d-mn)
long legs and long head, man this b-tch a stallion (sheesh)
got a chinese b-tch, but she look italian (sheesh)
call my tec draymond ’cause it’ll get to foulin’ (doot-doot-doo)
[verse 2: bfb da packman]
tlc, i’m always creepin’, drinkin’ pink but it ain’t easter
don’t really f-ck with rap hoes, they wanna f-ck and get a feature
you still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it
[?] bfb i pray over the syrup before i drink it
i call her “pooty booty” when we f-ck she always queefin’
her daddy black and momma white, saved her number under “zebra”
show a n-gga how to eat, they still wantin’ me to feed them
b-tch i got three kids i gotta feed, go suck a p-n-s
sneak always tryna slide, i might give big bro a brick
when i was f-cked up in houston, didn’t n0body give me sh-t
told my side b-tch i’m sorry, man i bust her on the lip
i told the b-tch i’m boutta cum and she wouldn’t get up off my d-ck (uh)
perc 30 packed, get a strip and get some fit
my monger longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my sh-t
i invest in my hoes, i might go and frost my wrist
my granny dipped in my stash and i went across her sh-t
don’t judge me, man i know i got some crazy lines
he think that’s his kid, but i’m knowin’ that that baby mine
finesse he drinkin’ green, he think it’s red, hit him with the dot
i been that n-gga way back when snow had a lazy eye
big lunch crew, get slumped crew
“oh man that b-tch a sl-t”, chill, i’m a sl-t too
keep the bl!ck under my stomach, sh-t, but i’ll punch too
you get money, i can’t get with you, then it’s f-ck you n-gga
[outro]
hahahahahaha, the lunch crew company

- 24lik bfb da packman

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