BFB Da Packman - Lost With Miami lyrics

Ayy, yeah, spread them asscheeks
Lemme lick that bootyhole

Lil’ freaky thot bitch give me
Head while her baby ‘sleep
Funny rap bars behind doors
Niggas play for keeps
Want me pay for pussy? Bitch
You childish like some baby teeth
I came up off SayCheese" but I
Ain’t signed to C’est La Vie
I cut leechin’ bitches off you
Gotta pay to eat
Caught a STD and gave it to my
Bitch could you pray for me?
Poured a six and drunk it by myself
I had to pay for sleep
Ayy, free Southwest T, Insha’Allah
We gotta pray for Meech
Droppin’ hit after hit, but this not a Verzuz
Licked her bootyhole and rub her clit
I bet she get to squirtin’
Pay a bitch tuition, books
And bills before I buy ‘em purses
Same bitches that said I was too
Fat now them bitches flirtin’
Remember sellin’ dope out that jimmy hat
A nigga vampin’ after I bust a nut, bitch
I’m hungry go make me a sandwich
Pay to get a nigga noodles blew
While I’m in the Hamptons
Million dollar deal fresh out of postal
Word to Naji Grampus

I got Snapchat you can’t get my number
Hella thugs in my clique I feel like Wunna
(Mm) they got fake jewels: Brian Pumper
Got rich in six months, bitch
I’m feelin’ like I’m Stunna
Independent, own my masters record
Labels wanna penny me you in her DM
Beggin’ I’m in the middle like a centerpiece
I’m fuckin’ bad bitches now
But I used to stick my dick in fiends
I text Offset and ask him: Can
He plug me in with Hennessy?

They always askin’, "Packman
Why you still workin’?"
That’s like askin’ a trap nigga
Why he still servin’
I ain’t rich yet I still feel
I gotta put the work in
I get off tour to split
Routes with Myesha Murray
Nah, real shit I really need to quit
Niggas lyin’ in they rap
Ain’t never seen a brick
Main bitch caught my car at the
Hotel and she keyed my shit
I came out, body-slammed her on her head
Then I kneed the bitch and I don’t feel bad
No cap she gotta pay for that
My nigga got a brick he ‘bout to
Tap it: It’s a baby back
She said that pussy Gucci, but
I hit it: "Bitch, this Baby Phat"
She say she celibate legs stay
Open: Tyler Creator gap

I got Snapchat you can’t get my number
Hella thugs in my clique, I feel like Wunna
(Mm) they got fake jewels: Brian Pumper
Got rich in six months, bitch
I’m feelin’ like I’m Stunna

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