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letra de rice - bfb da packman

[intro]
yeah
(i’m so proud of you, caasi)

[chorus]
live it up today, n-gga, i can die tonight
p-ssy so wet, gotta sit that sh-t in rice
og sipper, f-ck a fanta, grab a sprite
don’t leave your food unattended in the trap, b-tch, we got mice
ryan destiny, that’s my type
coco jones, uh, that’s my type
ain’t takin’ no plea, money long, b-tch, we gon’ fight
put some money on your head, then put a bad b-tch on a flight

[verse 1]
laid-back n-gga, i don’t boast
ridin’ with this dirty stick, this b-tch a ghost
like a n-gga on probation, he don’t really want the smoke
i took the quagen to atlanta, n-gga, you can ask lil boat
i know this b-tch toxic, she got white tips on her toes
in mexico sippin’ mojitos, stuffin’ white sh-t in her nose
trump got my n-ggas rich, so he forevеr got my vote
b-tch say she gettin’ marriеd, but i’m forever in her throat
dirty donuts, roll them papers, got this motherf-cker stinkin’
i be d-gg-n’ on the b-tches that only f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
that baby don’t look like you and you know that b-tch ain’t faithful
never got a blood test, but your dumb ass still gon’ claim it
i built this sh-t brick by brick, i feel like franklin
got her hair done every week ’cause if i don’t, then she get cranky
my scammer b-tch so pretty, quick to ask you who you bank with
learned the game from daniel poku, spent a h-llcat on a painting
[chorus]
live it up today, n-gga, i can die tonight
p-ssy so wet, gotta sit that sh-t in rice
og sipper, f-ck a fanta, grab a sprite
don’t leave your food unattended in the trap, b-tch, we got mice
ryan destiny, that’s my type
coco jones, uh, that’s my type
ain’t takin’ no plea, money long, b-tch, we gon’ fight
put some money on your head, then put a bad b-tch on a flight

[verse 2]
me and tweetie, we forever, we ain’t married, but i’m her husband
she forgave me for that one time that i f-cked all on her cousin
ain’t even talkin’ to my brother, different struggle, same mother
n-gga dogged me out on facebook, made me feel like he ain’t love me
my daddy love crack and my mama, swear to god, that sh-t so ugly
he won’t put no one above it, bet he wish i had a muzzle
as a kid, i swear to god, bobo the only man that hugged me
if a n-gga ain’t a daddy to his kid, how can i trust him?

- bfb da packman

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