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Bfb Da Packman - Kentucky Love Lyrics
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[ Featuring KrispyLife Kidd, Babyfxce E ]

Lightskin, ass-
Lightskin, but she-, f*ck
Lightskin, but got a fat ass, she look like J.Lo
I'll pop you in your top, give you a halo
Or I'll make your top pop like a Faygo
I really done done done it all, I bet they know
Hella stones on my hand in this bitch, I feel like Thanos
And I'm the god of war in my city, I feel like Kratos
I'm really plugged, can't name a place I can't go
Make your bitch shake that Laffy Taffy, I feel like Fabo
Bitch, hurry up and get it tooted
I'm 'bout to pull my phone out, we finna shoot a movie
I'm disappointed in my Muslim brother, he did it in his kufi
But who am I to judge? Allah knows best
Everywhere I go, I got thirty with me like I know Steph
Really through this bitch liftin' pounds, I need a BowFlex
My bitch upped a roll of fifties on you, that's my ho flex
She amazing, she swallow dick like she ain't got no neck
My next piece gon' be big as f*ck, take up the whole chest
Man, let me slow it down
My nigga over-sprayed the dog, somebody grab a towel
This the new edition of the Glocks, you better cool it now
Threw a dick on it, had the bitches screamin' when I pulled it out
Hit his home with some messy shit, this bitch'll move the house
You a failure, my nigga, you can't move an ounce
I don't check in with no city, I hit it and I move around
This type of smoke'll choke the shit out you like Draymond
Keep a dub on me, pockets fat as hell like Faizon
I'm really just a bool dude, I feel like Tre Thomas
I told the bitch keep your ass up and put your face down

They used to call me Baby E, now they call me Fxce now
I don't need a heat, I can knock you with a face towel
Almost took a loss to the courtroom and had a breakdown
Gon' change his lo' name to my mama crib, but this my bae house
Yeah, my bitch might watch the location
Cameras in and out the house, I can watch from the basement
Baby bottles all around the crib like I'm watchin' a baby
And the ARP the size of a kindergartener
I'll f*ck a nigga wig up like a beginner barber
But lately I been keepin' shit straight like I been a barber
Niggas tryna catch up, but I'm gettin' farther
Take the Glock to every play, that's my business partner
I'll kill for a week straight, bitch, don't get me started
Quit actin' buff 'cause you got some buffs, bitch, I'll steal your Cartis
The crib on the Northside look like a haunted house
In a tree across from where he stay, I'm tryna hunt him out
Furniture ain't cheap, I ain't finna f*ck your ass on my couch
Went in the closet, got a blow-up mattress just to bust her down
OG want me to plain jane, but I'ma bust it down
This Glocky ain't no plain jane, it shoot a hundred miles
A hundred pounds, sell 'em all for one, bro, that's a hundred thousand
Do that shit ten times, bro, that's another comma
If this shit ain't pop off, that was my other option
And now my only problem is findin' somethin' when I'm goin' shopping (yeah)

BFB Da Packman don't got a bad song
Got a bitch in Philly, saved her number under Bad Jawn
Cash Apped a band 'cause she ugly without lash on
My son woke up while I'm mixin' fent', put your mask on
F*ck Child Protective Service
Niggas soft as Jergens, had a spatula, wouldn't press a burger
Plastic sheet on top of my mattress, she a heavy squirter
Bad darkskin, teeth white, skin look like a Hershey
R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Gettin' money with my white friends, but don't call me Ghost
F*cked a nigga BM a week straight 'cause he called me broke
I don't know her by her real name, we just call her Throat
My Glock regular, no switch attached
Just cut my day-one friend off with his hissin' ass
They givin' niggas all day for fent', I wanna switch the bag
But this the only way that gang gang could get richer fast
F*ck the feds, I'll expose a lot
Call the label like, "It's my check and I want it now"
Dirty donuts, diamond in the rough, come get a 'bow of 'za
My son asked me can he have a drink? He think we pourin' pop
Back up, son, this Tris and Sprite
Ten likes and I'ma f*ck a nigga bitch tonight
TDI Gizzle a hornball, he'll hit a dyke
Lunch Crew ain't shit to play with, we ain't Fisher-Price
Nigga, we gettin' rich at the BnB
Buy that bitch a Chanel bag, stop bein' cheap
F*ck all these hoes raw, but I ain't goin' out like Eazy-E
North Flint nigga 'til I die, let Rio free
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Lightskin, ass-
Lightskin, but she-, f*ck
Lightskin, but got a fat ass, she look like J.Lo
I'll pop you in your top, give you a halo
Or I'll make your top pop like a Faygo
I really done done done it all, I bet they know
Hella stones on my hand in this bitch, I feel like Thanos
And I'm the god of war in my city, I feel like Kratos
I'm really plugged, can't name a place I can't go
Make your bitch shake that Laffy Taffy, I feel like Fabo
Bitch, hurry up and get it tooted
I'm 'bout to pull my phone out, we finna shoot a movie
I'm disappointed in my Muslim brother, he did it in his kufi
But who am I to judge? Allah knows best
Everywhere I go, I got thirty with me like I know Steph
Really through this bitch liftin' pounds, I need a BowFlex
My bitch upped a roll of fifties on you, that's my ho flex
She amazing, she swallow dick like she ain't got no neck
My next piece gon' be big as f*ck, take up the whole chest
Man, let me slow it down
My nigga over-sprayed the dog, somebody grab a towel
This the new edition of the Glocks, you better cool it now
Threw a dick on it, had the bitches screamin' when I pulled it out
Hit his home with some messy shit, this bitch'll move the house
You a failure, my nigga, you can't move an ounce
I don't check in with no city, I hit it and I move around
This type of smoke'll choke the shit out you like Draymond
Keep a dub on me, pockets fat as hell like Faizon
I'm really just a bool dude, I feel like Tre Thomas
I told the bitch keep your ass up and put your face down

They used to call me Baby E, now they call me Fxce now
I don't need a heat, I can knock you with a face towel
Almost took a loss to the courtroom and had a breakdown
Gon' change his lo' name to my mama crib, but this my bae house
Yeah, my bitch might watch the location
Cameras in and out the house, I can watch from the basement
Baby bottles all around the crib like I'm watchin' a baby
And the ARP the size of a kindergartener
I'll f*ck a nigga wig up like a beginner barber
But lately I been keepin' shit straight like I been a barber
Niggas tryna catch up, but I'm gettin' farther
Take the Glock to every play, that's my business partner
I'll kill for a week straight, bitch, don't get me started
Quit actin' buff 'cause you got some buffs, bitch, I'll steal your Cartis
The crib on the Northside look like a haunted house
In a tree across from where he stay, I'm tryna hunt him out
Furniture ain't cheap, I ain't finna f*ck your ass on my couch
Went in the closet, got a blow-up mattress just to bust her down
OG want me to plain jane, but I'ma bust it down
This Glocky ain't no plain jane, it shoot a hundred miles
A hundred pounds, sell 'em all for one, bro, that's a hundred thousand
Do that shit ten times, bro, that's another comma
If this shit ain't pop off, that was my other option
And now my only problem is findin' somethin' when I'm goin' shopping (yeah)

BFB Da Packman don't got a bad song
Got a bitch in Philly, saved her number under Bad Jawn
Cash Apped a band 'cause she ugly without lash on
My son woke up while I'm mixin' fent', put your mask on
F*ck Child Protective Service
Niggas soft as Jergens, had a spatula, wouldn't press a burger
Plastic sheet on top of my mattress, she a heavy squirter
Bad darkskin, teeth white, skin look like a Hershey
R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Gettin' money with my white friends, but don't call me Ghost
F*cked a nigga BM a week straight 'cause he called me broke
I don't know her by her real name, we just call her Throat
My Glock regular, no switch attached
Just cut my day-one friend off with his hissin' ass
They givin' niggas all day for fent', I wanna switch the bag
But this the only way that gang gang could get richer fast
F*ck the feds, I'll expose a lot
Call the label like, "It's my check and I want it now"
Dirty donuts, diamond in the rough, come get a 'bow of 'za
My son asked me can he have a drink? He think we pourin' pop
Back up, son, this Tris and Sprite
Ten likes and I'ma f*ck a nigga bitch tonight
TDI Gizzle a hornball, he'll hit a dyke
Lunch Crew ain't shit to play with, we ain't Fisher-Price
Nigga, we gettin' rich at the BnB
Buy that bitch a Chanel bag, stop bein' cheap
F*ck all these hoes raw, but I ain't goin' out like Eazy-E
North Flint nigga 'til I die, let Rio free
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Writer: Tyree Jawan Thomas, Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Aaron Seymour
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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