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letra de smooth shit talking - bfb da packman & rio da yung og

[intro: bfb da packman]
(thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)
y’ello

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
fanta give me heartburn, i’ma need a sprite
i’m f-cked up, i see a regular woman when i see a dyk-
i got two b-tches that i love, sh-t ain’t even right
messy-ass n-gga, low-key, i wanna see a fight
now he ’bout to win
n-ggas claim they puttin’ belt to ass, but only shot the crib (ooh)
pop a n-gga on saginaw and went and got some ribs (h-llo)
ri and packman, sh-t gettin’ ugly like yana sims (the lunch crew company, i’m part of that)
sh-t talkin’ ’til i die, i need an orthodontist (h-llo)
astaghfirullah, about this money, i’ll smoke a toddler (boom)
drink lean, n-ggas treatin’ me like i f-ck with powder (woo)
they discontinued wockhardt, i almost smoked the doctor (ooh)
chauncey billups with this d-ck, i got a poker problem (woah)
she told you what a real man was, but don’t know her father (b-tch)
dog sh-t in every pocket and it’s odor causin’ (stinky)
brodie been gay since day one, he don’t own a closet (h-llo)
i’m from flint, but this brick came from bogota
.44 magnum hit his top, knock his shoulder off (boom)
if lizzo let me hit it, man, i’m f-ckin’ her closure off (okay)

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
he had asthma, told bro to take the motherf-ckin’ blower off him
we got his inhaler
it’s da yung og and da packman, b-tch, they been waitin’
five different kind, i got real flavors
it’s okay, we gon’ let him get away, he gettin’ k!lled later
they ain’t like me back then, them n-ggas still hatin’
i’m at a studio with no pills, i feel crazy, like
but i drunk some drank
i wanna hit her raw, but her b-tt had stank
i bp’ed the v in case a n-gga try to bust at tay
this b-tch just made me babysit my daughter, i’m stuck today
but i can still rap, i told ant to pull up today, bring a cup of drank
he had twenty-five pills, but a couple fake
thirty-two hundred for a pint, i still f-ck with tre
i need another eight, ain’t have enough today
i ain’t get my hair braided, bae, i’m lookin’ kinda rough today
but we can still f-ck today
i shoot a video today, it’s goin’ up today, i got fill with me
b-tch, he still with me, i got will with me
i got steel with me, don’t get k!lled quickly
i’m with yn jay
baby ghost innocent, don’t believe what my cousin say
a n-gga touch me, i’m gettin’ five n-ggas touched today
i remember days i wasn’t touchin’ pape’
now, i don’t even wanna touch the pape’
i let lil’ bro thumb through that sh-t like it’s f-ckin’ fake
[outro: rio da yung og]
i got drughead friends, i’ll get you k!lled for a cup of drank
i shot him ’cause i wanted a half a pint, but it wasn’t an eight
it was a half a line missin’ like he cut the drank
they hit him in his head, now, ooh, something stank
he just poo’ed himself
i’m so motherf-ckin’ rich, i’ll boo myself
like
ah, what the f-ck i look like shootin’ myself?
lil’ cheddar bob-ass n-gga

- bfb da packman rio da yung og

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