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letra de ice pack - bfb da packman

[intro: bfb da packman]
let’s get right, caasi, yeah
(i’m so proud of you, caasi)

[verse 1: bfb da packman]
ridin’ with that chopper in the front seat (brrt)
i got funny bars, but ain’t nan’ n-gga mush me
switchy on this b-tch’ll turn a n-gga to some lunch meat
vrrr (the lunch crew company, p-ssy-ass n-gga)
i was trappin’ before rappin’, it was god-given
be with grimy n-ggas, all felons, they just rob n-ggas
cut my baby mama off, the stupid b-tch wouldn’t stop strippin’
(f-ck she mean? n-gga, i got pape’, f-ck you mean?)
i’m with babydrill
i dress like sh-t, but these hoes know i got pape’ for real (facts)
rap adam sandler, in the scat playin’ haitian bill
give me melatonin, wock’, and water, i can make a seal (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
b-tch cheatin’ on you ’cause you lazy and can’t pay a bill (broke-ass n-gga)
n-ggas ain’t gangster, only tough when thеy take them pills (uh-uh)
your mans got dropped, you wеnt in hidin’ like you hate the drills (hide-and-seek-ass n-ggas)
in a safe place, holdin’ guns on insta’, makin’ reels
n-ggas sad as h-ll
she said, “put on a condom or you can’t f-ck,” i was mad as h-ll (uh-uh)
i’ma get rich or die tryin’ or it’s back to jail
seen n-ggas gettin’ money in my hood, i had to add myself (on god, n-gga, i had to get the pape’)
can’t be fat and broke
i kept my phone slappin’ ’cause i gave the fiends the antidote (yop)
i’m tryna build a house when granny asked me what these hammers for (yeah)
we haven’t talked in years ’cause i was servin’ my granddaddy dope
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
shoot ’em down, i be movin’ ’round, we trappin’ food and rhymes
bro get off them pills and just tweak out, he don’t know who to slime
n-ggas think they hot ’til we go fan, that b-tch gon’ cool ’em down
got a fetty plug in mexico, his ass from culiacán
i get tired of f-ckin’ on these thots, i want the bougie friend
flood the rollie, fifty-pointer rocks, it do the uzi dance
have my ho bring birkin to my show, we got a toolie in
got a fifty drum sittin’ in the glock, look like a louis bag
(iced up records), ooh, i get to spazzin’ sh-t
cuddy said that dog’ll take a three, he just be addin’ sh-t
big crib with twenty-car garage, it got a landing strip
walk around, three hundred racks in cash on some random sh-t
you the type be rappin’ n-ggas’ life, you ain’t got no scars
white sticks, flood them sh-ts with ice, look like a snowball
will just caught a body at the store, he think he o-dog
trap n-gga, rob him for that cash for tryna lowball
in the hood, got auntie at the spot, this sh-t like snowfall
code talk, we say that bag just touched, we sent a postcard
my shooter always itchin’ for a hit, they think he smoke hard
rich as f-ck, just stuffed a half a ticket in the goyard

- bfb da packman

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