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Paroles de la chanson Doechii par Bfb Da PackMan
[BFB Da Packman]
So much dog shit on me, call me shit bag
Louis V cable socks on, but they mismatch
Snoop Dogg had us rollin' up Zigzags
If Doechii told me to lick ass, I'ma lick ass
Cry babies in the engine, give you whiplash
Paranoid, hand on my Glock while I get gas
Top dog, ain't got shit on me, I skip leg
When I write raps, I be thinkin' that my rent passed
Johnny Juliano on the beat, that's some wild shit
I was eight, I used to steal his beats off a SoundClick
I put in work, I ain't never had to ride dick
Life crazy, you had the most fun with your side bitch
So much dog shit on me, call me shit bag
Louis V cable socks on, but they mismatch
Snoop Dogg had us rollin' up Zigzags
If Doechii told me to lick ass, I'ma lick ass
Cry babies in the engine, give you whiplash
Paranoid, hand on my Glock while I get gas
Top dog, ain't got shit on me, I skip leg
When I write raps, I be thinkin' that my rent passed
Johnny Juliano on the beat, that's some wild shit
I was eight, I used to steal his beats off a SoundClick
I put in work, I ain't never had to ride dick
Life crazy, you had the most fun with your side bitch
One time for Derek Lee, I'ma get rich or die trying, I ain't scared to eat
That nigga Funk Flex said Pac-Man a parody
Keepin feet on these niggas necks, I can't let 'em breathe
Yeah, on these niggas ass like a pair of briefs
I got this shit out the mud like a pair of cleats
All I care about is bread, nigga, Sarah Lee
Toxic, I'll dog a bitch out, still won't let her leave
Put that money in my hand like a pair of keys
I don't care if them tittys saggy, baby, let them free
Don't trust these entertainment lawyers, niggas better read
Before I sign a fucked up deal, go back to sellin' weed
I only eat Wagu, that's a better beef
That nigga Funk Flex said Pac-Man a parody
Keepin feet on these niggas necks, I can't let 'em breathe
Yeah, on these niggas ass like a pair of briefs
I got this shit out the mud like a pair of cleats
All I care about is bread, nigga, Sarah Lee
Toxic, I'll dog a bitch out, still won't let her leave
Put that money in my hand like a pair of keys
I don't care if them tittys saggy, baby, let them free
Don't trust these entertainment lawyers, niggas better read
Before I sign a fucked up deal, go back to sellin' weed
I only eat Wagu, that's a better beef
Watching Harlem Nights, nigga, rest in peace to Della Reese
I got a old ass revolver, callin' Eloise
I drink codeine, hell no, I can't sell the lean
[Yung Gravy]
Gang up with a thousand sticks, now you Bonnie Blue
Freakin' off a Perc', scarin' hoes like the bottle do
That white bitch with a sunburn look like Majin Boo
Up the Bunsen burner, turn his ass to a molecule
Only white boy with narcotics at the barbecue
Auntie cop the Perc', try to slut me in my laundry room
Curved her in the moment, hit her later for the rendezvous
I got a old ass revolver, callin' Eloise
I drink codeine, hell no, I can't sell the lean
[Yung Gravy]
Gang up with a thousand sticks, now you Bonnie Blue
Freakin' off a Perc', scarin' hoes like the bottle do
That white bitch with a sunburn look like Majin Boo
Up the Bunsen burner, turn his ass to a molecule
Only white boy with narcotics at the barbecue
Auntie cop the Perc', try to slut me in my laundry room
Curved her in the moment, hit her later for the rendezvous
I run Thanksgiving, I got a bitch that will gobble you
You a fuckin' coward, I'm white, but my bitch got a PhD from Howard
I turn the opps against each other, I'm a rabble rouser
Pull up to the function, fifty bands in my lavish trouser
Got your bitch barking like she's in heat, Give her ass a treat
My homie heard that shit, he scared of dog so he had to leave
That's butter, that's some shit that I cannot believe
I'm in Flint with thirty hoes, BFB and Scuba Steve
Had to take a breather, buddy tried to run off with the pack
You a fuckin' coward, I'm white, but my bitch got a PhD from Howard
I turn the opps against each other, I'm a rabble rouser
Pull up to the function, fifty bands in my lavish trouser
Got your bitch barking like she's in heat, Give her ass a treat
My homie heard that shit, he scared of dog so he had to leave
That's butter, that's some shit that I cannot believe
I'm in Flint with thirty hoes, BFB and Scuba Steve
Had to take a breather, buddy tried to run off with the pack
I hit him with a cleaver
30K for the trench coat, took a thousand damage
I got turned out in prison, call him a wide receiver
Copious amount of hoes, now it's my burn
Take six, take them to the crib, think I'm Richard Sherman
Big ass crib with a pool in it, think I'm Richard Sherman
Genuinely kill for a bill, think I'm Uma Thurman
[BFB Da Packman]
Houston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
But what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Haha)
30K for the trench coat, took a thousand damage
I got turned out in prison, call him a wide receiver
Copious amount of hoes, now it's my burn
Take six, take them to the crib, think I'm Richard Sherman
Big ass crib with a pool in it, think I'm Richard Sherman
Genuinely kill for a bill, think I'm Uma Thurman
[BFB Da Packman]
Houston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
But what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Haha)
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
The Lunch Crew Company
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