BFB Da Packman - Grocery Freestyle lyrics
[BFB Da Packman - Grocery Freestyle lyrics]
I'm a big problem (TAPEKID)
I don’t want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin’ weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can
Stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
Huh, nigga, fuck the feds
So much dog shit in my pocket
Where the plunger at?
Had a threesome with a dyke
Ho and my baby mama
We eatin' coochie at the same time
And we keep bumpin' heads
Hold on, bitch, back up, I can do it better
Tried to abort my lil’ son
He a truly blessing
Fuck a bitch once and I’m straight
I'm a coochie tester
Mixin’ PAI, Quagen, and Wock'
This a spooky beverage
Dove told me vlog my life
And I love that nigga
Paul never turned his back
I'm still thuggin' with him
I miss every damn day, wish she’d hug a nigga
Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me
"Flood them niggas"
Huh, so I'm back for blood
Treat these rap niggas like my sons
Told 'em wrap it up
Boyfriend pimpin' with the bitch at home
Shackin' up gave my brother life
That shit make me wanna whack the judge
Huh, this my life daily ghetto nigga
Chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
Niggas actin' hard, but they sweet
They some Life Savers
Made my son high off the Wock'
He a pint baby
I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there
We don't get proffers
Yeah, we on verse two i done touched so many
(Brr) , call me bird flu
I wouldn't give a fuck if you was Jesus
I'd serve you
Never show your soft side to a bitch
'cause it'll hurt you
These bitches Dairy Queens
Bought a hundred cases, think it's green
But, it's antifreeze
Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna
Eat that panty cream
Burgular bar doors when I'm trappin'
'cause I'm scared of fiends
Bitch, don't touch me
If the pussy stink when she show up, bitch
Let's get musty
The same bitch that used to play
With you back in high school'll
Double back and try to give you
The pussy when they get chunky
Yeah, I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can
Stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
I don't get no proffers, bro
We gon' take it on the chin fuck it
Lunch Crew, yellow
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
The Lunch Crew Company
I don’t want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin’ weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can
Stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
Huh, nigga, fuck the feds
So much dog shit in my pocket
Where the plunger at?
Had a threesome with a dyke
Ho and my baby mama
We eatin' coochie at the same time
And we keep bumpin' heads
Hold on, bitch, back up, I can do it better
Tried to abort my lil’ son
He a truly blessing
Fuck a bitch once and I’m straight
I'm a coochie tester
Mixin’ PAI, Quagen, and Wock'
This a spooky beverage
Dove told me vlog my life
And I love that nigga
Paul never turned his back
I'm still thuggin' with him
I miss every damn day, wish she’d hug a nigga
Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me
"Flood them niggas"
Huh, so I'm back for blood
Treat these rap niggas like my sons
Told 'em wrap it up
Boyfriend pimpin' with the bitch at home
Shackin' up gave my brother life
That shit make me wanna whack the judge
Huh, this my life daily ghetto nigga
Chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
Niggas actin' hard, but they sweet
They some Life Savers
Made my son high off the Wock'
He a pint baby
I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there
We don't get proffers
Yeah, we on verse two i done touched so many
(Brr) , call me bird flu
I wouldn't give a fuck if you was Jesus
I'd serve you
Never show your soft side to a bitch
'cause it'll hurt you
These bitches Dairy Queens
Bought a hundred cases, think it's green
But, it's antifreeze
Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna
Eat that panty cream
Burgular bar doors when I'm trappin'
'cause I'm scared of fiends
Bitch, don't touch me
If the pussy stink when she show up, bitch
Let's get musty
The same bitch that used to play
With you back in high school'll
Double back and try to give you
The pussy when they get chunky
Yeah, I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé
I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just
To get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin
Main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million dollar nigga
Still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae
She ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can
Stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
I don't get no proffers, bro
We gon' take it on the chin fuck it
Lunch Crew, yellow
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
The Lunch Crew Company