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letra de lean break 2 - bfb da packman

[intro]
reason i say p-ssy’s cleanest thing on a b-tch body
’cause when she p-ss, she wash it, when she cum, she starch it
when she sit on it, she press the motherf-cker
it’s like comin’ out the motherf-ckin’ cleaners (ooh)

[verse 1]
stumbled up on a pint of act’, now i’m actin’ different
no alcohol for me, fried food gave me fatty liver
baby mama called and said granny want half a chicken
almost gave granny a half a brick, gotta be more specific
i love a fat ass, my bucket list to f-ck a midget
cousins used to gang up just to jump me, ma, come and get me
tired of suckin’ nipples, hit colombia and bought her titties
i trick on wockhardt and women, call me boston sippy
(you get it? like boston t— okay, never mind, okay)
i had the gap-toothed smile, braces made it up
i charged a n-gga five for a pint ’cause inflation up
she squirt, then we both lay in it, b-tch, we baby nuts

[interlude]
okay, like, you get me?
like, like, a— like, a baby wear a diaper, so
you know what i mean? like, they don’t change
so, you know, it’s like
f-ck it, let’s go
[verse 2]
i’m not an average dude
can’t see my d-ck when i look down, got me mad at food
kalani like his daddy, can’t be mad if he act bad in school
my n-gga pimp hoes and fight dogs, he a pastor too
durk said his lyrics not real, i’m a capper too
my n-gga said he don’t know his daddy, i’m a b-st-rd too
dana white ain’t do nothin’ wrong, i would’ve slapped her too
can never sl-t-shame meg thee stallion, i’m nasty too

[interlude]
f-ck?
d-mn, meg, you h-ll
okay, let’s go
yeah

[verse 3]
haha, shout out brittany renner
i told my girl i’m done cheatin’ this year, gotta reconsider
we don’t do runners, that’s the quickest way to get convicted
walk around with dog sh-t in my jeans, i need some different britches
hahaha
i’m a naughty n-gga
i’m nervous ever since i got rich, kept the roddy with me
i keep dog sh-t, mama said keep a potty with me
hoo, i be talkin’ spice
can’t have a simple convo with my b-tch, she always wanna fight
fanta for the new lean sippers, bae, i want a sprite
and i’ll leave her ass where she at if she don’t f-ck tonight
my buzz died down, i’m on a big grind
ugly fat black ghetto n-gga, but my b-tch fine
for all the days and nights she hit a n-gga with the guck-guck
hand-twister blitzer, just for that, i made her wrist shine
i’m a certified lover boy, that’s appreciation
hiv rates super high, don’t wanna be a player
if my dog die like biggie did, i’ma see him later
but if the b-tch bad like faith evans, i’ma stevie j her
okay, i’m done, my last request, i need a skittle deal
take the condom off and feel a rush, you gotta live a little
lizzo chose that n-gga over me, i’m in my feelings still
god won’t protect me from a b-tch, the penicillin will
[outro]
(the lunch crew company)

- bfb da packman

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