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Artiste : Bfb Da PackMan
Titre : KENTUCKY LOVE
Lightskin, ass
Lightskin, but she fuck
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 din done dud 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 threw 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 fuck, 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 and had them 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 ???
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 this 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 from Philly, saved her number under Bad Jawn
Cash App a band ´cause she ugly without lash on

My son woke up while I´m mixin´ fent´, put your mask on
Fuck Child Protective Services
Niggas soft as Jergens, had a spatula, wouldn´t press a burger
Plastic sheet on top of my mattress, she a heavy squirter
Bad, dark skin, teeth white, skin look like a Hershey
R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Gettin´ money with my white friends, but don´t call me Ghost
Fucked 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

Been givin´ niggas all day for fent´, I wanna switch the bag
But this the only way that gang gang could get richer fast
Fuck 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 Trish and Sprite
Ten likes and I´ma fuck a nigga bitch tonight
TDI just a hornball, he´d hit a dyke
LunchCrew 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

Fuck all these hoes raw, but I ain´t goin´ out like Eazy-E
North Flint nigga ´til I die, let Rio free