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letra de olympic shit talkin - bfb da packman & rio da yung og

[intro]
(i’m so proud of you, caasi)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
she sucked the life out the d-ck, then i fell in love
i broke up with my broke b-tch, then i leveled up
i hit the dope hard as f-ck, i see it swellin’ up
a whole six of wock’, ’bout to drop it in a 7-up

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
b-tch, i never fell off since the pandemic
got an eight of actavis from my aunt ginger
f-ck a b-tch until i got the gummy ’cause i ain’t quittin’
i hate a friendly thot, them the ones who got the stank kitten

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
thought you sold dope, why the f-ck your knot ain’t wrinkled up?
that b-tch p-ssy had a scent, i call her stinker b-tt
if you ain’t spendin’ papе’ with me, then we ain’t linkin’ up
i cut that wholе pint, why you think i ain’t been drinkin’ none?

[verse 4: bfb da packman]
ten thousand for a verse without the video
big fat n-gga, catch me lovin’ on a skinny ho
give a f-ck if the percs got fent’, b-tch, give me four
my fiends call a n-gga ike turner how i hit the dope
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i told big baby, b-tch, we puttin’ our city on the map
i got a charley horse, this big b-tch was sittin’ on my lap
the whole flint behind me, that’s why i dropped city on my back
i’ll k!ll a n-gga, you tryna look pretty with the strap

[verse 6: bfb da packman]
out in philly gettin’ busy, i’m with tak and eas
my b-tch poured out my pint, now i gotta grieve
baby ass fat, but got a face that look like momma dee
got a young b-tch don’t ask for sh-t but some c-ck and weave

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
free my motherf-ckin’ brothers, we some ghetto boys
i’m soft-spoken, but this glock i got make h-lla noise
broke my n-gga with some trick dice, i hit eleven fours
i’m finna f-ck the country up, i hope y’all ready for it

[verse 8: bfb da packman]
i feel like biggie, never thought that i’d see diddy fall
f-cked her in the b-tt, when i looked down, i seen a chili dog
your baby daddy broke, i could tell ’cause his kitchen small
if i was around mike vick, i would’ve casually took the fall (the lunch crew company)
now go make the millions
mix the— with the— how you make a k!llin’
ri havin’ his way up in the pen’, but he hate the building
i heard “big boy,” now i’m tryna get a date with sza
[outro: bfb da packman]
and i can’t fake my feelings
i need a big boy, yeah, baby, open that dm
yeah

- bfb da packman rio da yung og

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