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letra de honey pack (remix) - bfb da packman

[intro: bfb da packman]
the lunch crew company
(j, this sh-t too crazy)
y’ello

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
let me see the p-ssy real quick, finger test, let me smell it
balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
ride with seven bl!ckies in the car and all my n-ggas felons
i wanna f-ck karen civil raw but i don’t know how to tеll her
left l!ck, came back with boatboy and ddg
frеsh-fresh wax, got the p-ssy bald headed, like e-v-e
just was sleeping on the floor now a young n-gga on bet
put trump back in office, got my n-ggas rich off edd (the lunch crew company)
huh, can you mind me up?
it’s jokes in my mind, but on the low, n-ggas bodied up
young-young-young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up
rod wave won’t let me buy a feature, d-mn, am i hot enough? (y’ello)
[chorus: bfb da packman]
n-gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh-uh)
b-tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h-llo)
hit a n-gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b-tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f-ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f-ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b-tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f-ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i been giving out medium-sized rich d-ck (mm)
only eat p-ssy if the inside pink as patrick (yes)
ridin’ ’round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist
i think i was resurrected just like lazarus (d-mn)
honey pack to [?] and it never work
rather hit the bathroom ‘fore i f-ckin’ pop eleven percs
i f-cked an ugly b-tch through the night, she asking me for merch
b-tch, we don’t give out souvenirs, this ain’t how that work (stupid-ass b-tch)
i don’t know how to flirt (yeah)
i need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse
being broke or a b-tch, i don’t what’s worse
pack [?] sixty-thousand donuts to do this verse

[chorus: bfb da packman]
n-gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh-uh)
b-tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (h-llo)
hit a n-gga block with that chop, how you do it? (y’ello)
b-tch, we got your location, where you movin’? (boom)
if she ain’t f-ckin’, put her on the block list (uh)
you don’t f-ck on first night, girl, stop it (uh)
i don’t like good b-tches, they just not it (oh no)
i only f-ck with wh0res, i’m toxic (y’ello)
[verse 3: ddg, bfb da packman]
i just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket
knock you out your socket, that’s what all my opps get
i be rockin’ gucci, gettin’ h-lla coochie
i just got a uzi, put it in my suit piece
told that boy, “don’t play with me”
when i’m walkin’ out the house, a hundred k on me
these ghetto b-tches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me
she wanna kick it for some weeks, i got a day on me
these b-tches suckin’ on my meat
i ain’t finna tell her when i’m ’bout to skeet
i’ma bust all in her mouth and then her t–th
i don’t got time for dates, i told that b-tch to uber-eat
i’m steppin’ in l.a., i got designer on my feet
i’m a [?] seven-figure n-gga
i’m never coming back down, only gettin’ bigger
lil’ n-gga, put the strap down, ya’ ain’t gon’ pull the trigger
i’m a [?] seven-figure n-gga (y’ello)

- bfb da packman

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