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Bfb Da Packman – Federal Lyrics

Federal Lyrics – Bfb Da Packman

The Lunch Crew Company, I’m part of that
Please, please don’t ever use that, it’s so embarrassing for me (Hahaha)
The Lunch Crew Company
(Sdot on the track)

B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule

Found out my bitch cheated, I guess I’m hardly special
N-niggas say they droppin’ shit, but they hardly steppin’
Put twenty racks on this biscuit ’cause he sent my dawg to heaven
Left limp broke, I came back with bags, nigga, Ari Fletcher
If you get caught with some dope, don’t say my name
We with some ghetto bitches, they want hookah and some limeade
W-went from EBT to EDD, you know that crime pay
I came up, show my niggas how to eat, LeBron James
I remember back when I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Niggas was eatin’ Ruth’s Chris, I had Popeye’s Chicken
I-in church talkin’ to God, he asked me why I got my blickie
Young fat nigga got rich and went and bought a Honda Civic
Are you with the Lunch Crew Company? I employ niggas
Was in her friend-zone, took it out, I stuck my boy in her
I-I get money, then I duck off at the crib, I’m a bored nigga
Faithful bitches don’t reply to DMs, they ignore niggas

B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule

Yeah, melanin on yacht masters, fuck her raw, don’t got plastic
Side hoes say marriages, thot bitches do matter
“Honey Pack” to “Free Joe”, bitch I got thot classics
I don’t know shit about your stimmy, broke bitch, stop askin’
Galleria with my favorite thottie, but we ain’t holdin’ hands
Yo’ man snitchin’, brought him back around and he told again
Dog-doggy bone, ran off with a sack, I gotta smoke my friends
Family full of hoes, even my granny got an OnlyFans
I-I hit for some [?] bundles, you gotta pay the fucker
I bust when she twenty sucks in, she a baby hunter
You want an ounce? Twenty of us cut, that’s a baby onion
You got shot now you wanna go to church, what you mixed or somethin’?

B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-bitch, I’m goin’ federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, bitch I’m scared of you
What’s that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain’t perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule

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