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letra de area 51 (packmix) - bigkaybeezy & bfb da packman

[intro: bigkaybeezy]
grrah (ayy, cr), baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
baow, baow, baow (grrah)
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state (baow, baow)
two shots will rock his face (brr, baow)
straight up pickpockets
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy
my block a army base (gang)
this ain’t no normal place
we don’t tote normal dracs (grrah)

[verse 1: bigkaybeezy]
and i’m gon stay the same, don’t get popped through this baping ape (baow, baow)
can’t even trust your gang, might get you popped and take your place (brr, baow, baow)
we don’t go tit for tat (nah), we take down everything (yeah)
he think it’s tic-tac, his toe get tagged for playin’ games (gang, gang, gang)
this ain’t no bougie l!ck (nah), b-tch, this the perfect stain (yeah, yeah)
this a-n-gga filthy rich, let’s clean this sh-t, gеt everything (i need all that)
we hit his block and spray, hе better pray, that’s heavy rain (he better pray)
we make it hurricane (hurricane), somewhere it never rain
ayy, ayy
i can’t see me get no b-tch no wedding ring (nah, nah)
but i like mary jane, might marry every strain
she was with me through the pain (yeah), new bl!ck, that ruger thing (baow, baow, baow)
that b-tch gon’ boom somethin’ (graow), hit his shirt, remove the stains (brr, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus: bigkaybeezy & bfb da packman]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state
two shots will rock his face (baow)
straight up pickpockets (uh, uh)
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy (baow)
my block a army base (baow, baow)
this ain’t no normal place (nah)
we don’t tote normal dracs (grrah)
woo

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
b-tch, they know big packy when i’m spitting this 100 (ooh)
k beezy hit her raw, i made her suck me till i’m cumming (yeah)
r-t-rded, we redundant, if it’s static, we not runnin’
fat boy got that switch with extendo tucked down deep under his stomach (how?)
they know don’t play with him, ’cause that glocky stay with him
after i hit, you going back to mama house, can’t lay with him
she want louis, gucci, birkin, ha, ha, ha, you made me grin
girl done had a 392, took her straight to h&m (yello)
hi, my shots are murders, i won’t cuff you not a squirter
i don’t care if she pregnant, she smoke crack, i’ma shove her (yeah)
friend with the plug money, boy, we know you just a worker
she a opp and we gon’ cook him, turn that n-gga to a burger

[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state
two shots will rock his face (baow)
straight up pickpockets (uh, uh)
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy (baow)
my block a army base (baow, baow)
this ain’t no normal place (nah)
we don’t tote normal dracs (grrah, baow, baow, baow, ayy, cr)

- bigkaybeezy bfb da packman

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