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letra de kid games - bfb da packman

[intro]
the lunch crew company, i’m part of that
please, please don’t ever use that, it’s so embarrassing for me
(hahaha)
the lunch crew company
(my n-gga caasi, turn up)

[chorus: bfb da packman]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, it ain’t a thot i need
i had to cross my i’s and had to dot my t’s
i spent two thousand on these guccis, b-tch, watch your knees
but i love when she suck it ’cause she ain’t got no t–th
you ain’t ready to die for this cheese, boy, you not like me
her p-ssy a scat pack, she f-ckin’ at high speed
but i can’t judge her, i’m a wh0re too, bae, we siamese
you gotta like me for me, bae, i ain’t got no cheese (y’ello)

[verse 1: blueface]
ayy, who the f-ck is that? ayy
blueface, baby suck the d-ck ’til she blue in the face
no locked doors, thousand wh0res, hip, hooray
baby, i’m with packman, you better bring a fat friend
hit it from the back and it sound like we clap hands (y’ello)
ooh (ayy), d-mn, it’s gettin’ hot in here
b-tch must know magic, ’cause she made the d-ck disappear
skinny n-gga, but my d-ck fat, huh, huh, huh, b-tch, here
ayy, yeah, alright, don’t bite, just l!ck here (y’ello, y’ello)
[verse 2: bfb da packman]
pay attention
suppressor on it, when i shoot, sound like a baby whistlin’
i feel like lil baby, got the bl!cky on vacation week
when we done f-ckin’, just leave, just for that, i’ll pay to hit it
blood pressure high, got a n-gga eatin’ smoothie bowls
shout out to russ, tunecore got me with a dookie roll
i nutted in this one b-tch, she didn’t wanna take my plan b
so next time we f-cked, i stuck the pill in her booty hole
forty for the p-ssy, cash app, let me hit it now
n-gga was my dog, jealousy got him hissin’ now
whole team ballin’ state-to-state, he ain’t with us now
same hoes that was yellin’, “nut in me,” now they dissin’ now

[verse 3: blueface]
eeny, miny, moe, catch a ho by the toe
i’m drivin’ that new ‘vette while she drivin’ the boat
i’ll do a b-tch cold, still get her a coat
tell a b-tch, “wanna go?” she gon’ go for the g.o.a.t.
throat baby, don’t stop ’til i’m done, baby
if packman can’t hit, it ain’t no fun, baby
pac-man, she been suckin’ d-ck, ain’t even wash her hands, she nasty
knees been on the ground so much, this b-tch ashy
[verse 4: bfb da packman]
in philly with wallo, gillie da kid, and my n-gga ty
i told sneak we was gon’ be rich, but he can see it now
young trap n-gga, seen more squares than a pizza box
you snitched and you still got twenty years, why you believe in cops?
my mama get mad at me and tell me i’m just like my daddy
copped an airbnb, pull up, i’m about to send the addy
pulled up to the rental, mood switched when she seen the mansion
f-cked the first night, she was on her period, my lil’ ketchup packet
i ain’t sh-t, i know
lot of n-ggas don’t like me, but they knowin’ i’m the g.o.a.t.
man, sneaky t grimy, he’ll sell a n-gga soul
last time i tripped over a b-tch, she was sleepin’ on the floor

- bfb da packman

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