BFB Da Packman – Cant Blame Ye Lyrics
Artist: BFB Da Packman
Song: Cant Blame Ye
Fat boy back, I know you b#tches can’t believe it
Thought Packman fell off ’cause my page got deleted
I grew up drinkin’ dirty water, I’m undefeated
‘Bout to f#ck this year up, I know you b#tches hate to see it
My Asian plug growin’ ‘za, I’m in love with Mei Mei
Ain’t ready to die ’bout this sh#t, then why you hollerin’, “Gang, gang?”
I be in my feelings too, I can’t even blame Ye
My b#tch left me, on God, I’ma act the same way, yeah
Lunch Crew exotic, pushin’ P’s of dirty donuts (Uh)
Cheatin’ is for kids, my b#tch wish a n#gg#’d grow up
Call an opp n#gg# ho up, made her suck me ’til she throw up
This sh#t three hundrеd a line, b#tch, quit askin’ me to pour up
Lil’ baby got that water, uh, yеah, that cooch-cooch
I get crunk up in that thing, b#tch, I feel like Duke Deuce
Gucci boots up in the winter, and it hold a two-two
She said her ex-n#gg# a dog, me too, roof-roof
Every b#tch I ever had, I sauce ’em up, my lil’ fajitas
Was a lion-hearted n#gg#, my b#tch turned me to a cheetah
b#tch askin’ for some head, I told her, “Uh-uh,” like I’m BIA
My career almost over, tell Drake I need that feature
n#gg#, sit down, make a plan, and hit a lick to get some cheese
Get caught, then get to snitchin’, b#tch, you ‘posed to kept it G
Why you callin’ home complainin’ ’cause your BM slept with me?
I feel like Gunna, when my b#tch squirt, let me drink it, that ain’t P
Got a bunch of side b#tches and I love all of ’em
They ignored me when I was broke, so I dog all of ’em
Clip hangin’ out the bottom, Shaquille O’Neal in small covers
Rocky got Rihanna pregnant, that’s a win for all of us
Yeah, n#gg#s got madder, pockets got fatter
Ignore a b#tch in the club, we havin’ nasty sex after (Nasty)
Baby got that demon head, but I think the b#tch Catholic
Me and Nelly in the same boat, average-sized dicks matter (Y’ello)
I drink Quagen with any pop, man, I hate the liquor (Woah)
I date hoes that swallow kids, I won’t date a spitter
Suck it slow, don’t be a speed licker, I’m a patient n#gg#
Somebody tell Flo Milli I wanna have a baby with her
I would’ve killed Finch, they would’ve knew not to play with Stifler
sh#t started changin’ in my life when my pape’ got bigger
Instead of blamin’ me for cheatin’, she just blame the women
Callin’ every b#tch that I f#ck like, “Why you wreck that n#gg#?”
Speedin’ in the Scat’ got me with a hundred fines
Half a rack for the scent, baby, this that No. 9
When I say she got cake, not Duncan Hines
We supposed to fight our demons, but I keep on f#ckin’ mine
(The Lunch Crew Company)
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Release Year: 2022