Bfb Da Packman – Tamika Lyrics

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? [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’? (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 (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?