BFB Da Packman - Hoe Friends lyrics

Yeah, if you're single and you know it
Bend your knees
Make your ass touch the floor then
Bend it over, poke it out, baby, throw it
Show that nigga that your mama made a ho then
And you lit outside with your ho friends
City girls goin' wild, up the score then
And you lit outside with your ho friends
City girls goin' wild, up the score then

Internet Money, Packman, bitch
We back for seconds
Put granny in the nursing home
She was acting extra (Get your ass on)
Mama made me hate church, she a pastor
I'll smack a reverend
Overeating is a sin, take me to hell
I won't last in heaven
Bitch head twenty, face ten
But the cat a seven (Y'ello)
No guns in the club
I snuck in with the Patrick Beverley (Baow)
Solitary confinement for six years
Bro stabbed his celly
I wake up every day mad as
Fuck 'cause my daddy left me (Fuck him)
Do anal with my bitch, no slow music
We slappin' Nelly
My dog cross me and he die about it
I feel like Melly granny told me never eat a
Desperate ho pot spaghetti (Uh, uh)
In love with cougars
I wanna stick raw cock inside Ellen (yeah)
Hmm, we talkin' 'bout DeGeneres (Y'ello)
We slid and missed and shot his kid
But we gon' spin again
Only nigga from North Flint that
Got an unreleased with Eminem (Yup)
She didn't brush her teeth
Before she sucked, bitch, don't spit again
(Uh uh, you nasty ho)
Huh, ho, that shit stanky i'm single now
Got caught cheatin' with my bitch auntie
(O oh) i'm from a Blood hood
But get money with the Crips daily (O oh)
She got a million followers
But suckin' dick for a quick eighthy
(Oh, suck it, ayy)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, listen
I got real 'za (Y'ello)
Hmm, let me take this rubber off
I can feel now (Oh yeah)
My opp died, don't know who killed him
I can heal now (Baow)
Niggas hittin' pills with fent', trust a
Bitch before a pill now, huh
(Oh, hell no, hell no)
For real, rest in peace Mac Miller (Uh)
She work out all day just to
Come way with a fat nigga
I could've made it far without
You, I'm not Marvin Sapp, nigga
(Uh, uh)
My bitch is transgender 'cause she always
Got that sack with her (Y'ello)

Yeah, if you're single and you know it
Bend your knees
Make your ass touch the floor then
Bend it over, poke it out, baby, throw it
Show that nigga that your mama made a ho then
And you lit outside with your ho friends
City girls goin' wild, up the score then
And you lit outside with your ho friends
City girls goin' wild, up the score then