Bfb Da Packman – Tamika Lyrics

[Intro]
(Estás con la compania de lunche?)
Like real talk, err, like, like
Shawn Cotton, he really made me f*ckin’ mad
That’s why I made this song, like for real, for real
It’s facts too

[Verse 1]
Ayy, niggas sick as f*ck that I ducked the diamond listers (Woo)
I’m a driver and a swiper, nigga, who the f*ck you kiddin’? (f*ck)
They won’t catch me on no cameras, I don’t f*ck around with snitches (Nope)
Stopped scammin’, bought a pack, and hid it in my granny’s kitchen (Facts)
I got a cougar bitch, she like cheetah print (What?)
Boiler piece of shit, so my life, I gotta peace this shit (Woah)
In Pappadeauxs poppin’ shit over lobster, bitch (Huh?)
And I don’t own nan’ broke bitch, I’m just leasin’ ’em, I need to quit (Yeah)
What you bringin’ to the table? Ain’t no usin’ me (No)
Replied to my text, told me that you through with me (f*ck you)
Gold-digging poor bitch, I ain’t losing sleep
Took the bitch for all she got, learned that from Willie T (My unc’)
Now she feelin’ extra hurt since she left me (Since she left me)
Turned around and f*cked her cousin, yeah, I’m messy (Yeah, I’m messy)
Now she spreading all my business, that’s unhealthy (Bitch)
They sayin’ a nigga petty ’cause I swipe at Hot-N-Ready
I’m a fat nigga with sauce, put that on the law (What?)
Mix the Bape with the Lacoste, drippin’ when I walk
Said she don’t like fat niggas, yeah, that’s what you thought
Two weeks later suckin’ dick until it’s soft in the loft

[Chorus]
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (Yeah)
Eatin’ donuts and p*ssy (Yeah), I’ma pass on the Xannys, facts
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Belize with Michelle, she a cold one
Told her unwrap that p*ssy ’cause I want some

[Verse 2]
Shawn Cotton said f*ck me
He ain’t put me on SayCheese, told me he don’t need my money (What?)
Elevator did the same (Huh?), so I paid the Lunch Crew Company
Told myself next time you get up in that booth, get in your duffy, f*ck it
I’m in the booth goin’ dumby on Thursday (It’s a Thursday)

I got two bitches already, need a third bae (I need three, nigga)
My granny still is in the hood and said she ain’t leavin’ (Woo)
So I surprised her with a Draco on her birthday (Bah, bah)
My bitch gave me gonorrhea, but I still love her
A Redd, pause that, yeah, I still love her
Trap love, blown mattress and a thick cover (What?)
Kicked her ass, got cured, and we still f*ckin’ (Hoo)
Me and Georgie took them gifties on a field trip (Yoom)
Ty and Jared lost weight on some lit shit (My baby)
I feel you, baby, get right, had to get fit (Uh)
But on the real, if she was Chucky, I’d still hit
I used to take my girl to Rainbow, but it’s Gucci now (Woo)
I used to buy her Burger King, it’s [?][2:21] now (Yes, sir)
I used to love them ratchet bitches and I still do now
I had a crush on Reginae, but she with Lucci now

[Chorus]
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (Yeah)
Eatin’ donuts and p*ssy (Yeah), I’ma pass on the Xannys, facts
I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Belize with Michelle, she a cold one
Told her unwrap that p*ssy ’cause I want some

[Verse 3]
From the window to the wall (To the wall)
f*ck Trump, pledge allegiance to my balls (f*ck)
Secret Service on my line, f*ck ’em, I won’t answer calls (Woo)
I’m a Taylor boy, I’m back off resurrection, Texas Smith & Wessons (Yeah)
We ain’t shy with them Glizzys, so watch where you steppin’ (Yeah)
Had dreams of bitches, Benzes, and a diamond necklace (Yeah)
But now I’m puttin’ down payments up on land in Texas (Facts)
But on the beat, I get to f*ckin’ it up (Beep, beep, beep)
I’m on my way to success, is you comin’ or what? (I’m cold, bitch)
I’m quick to pull out my dick and tell her pucker it up (Mwah, mwah)
My fat bitch in DC, I call her Buffalo Butt
And I like my bitches ratchet, can’t do bougie (That’s a fact)
I’m quick to pick a Cardi B over Karrueche (Oh, I love it)
I carry alkaline water, not a tooly
And I think that bitch bad, I’m puttin’ a donut in her booty, nigga

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