Bfb Da Packman - Rice

[Intro]
Yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Chorus]
Live it up today, nigga, I can die tonight
Pussy so wet, gotta sit that shit in rice
OG sipper, fuck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, bitch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, bitch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad bitch on a flight

[Verse 1]
Laid-back nigga, I don't boast
Ridin' with this dirty stick, this bitch a ghost
Like a nigga on probation, he don't really want the smoke
I took the Quagen to Atlanta, nigga, you can ask Lil Boat
I know this bitch toxic, she got white tips on her toes
In Mexico sippin' mojitos, stuffin' white shit in her nose
Trump got my niggas rich, so he forevеr got my vote
Bitch say she gettin' marriеd, but I'm forever in her throat
Dirty Donuts, roll them papers, got this motherfucker stinkin'
I be doggin' on the bitches that only fuck me 'cause I'm famous
That baby don't look like you and you know that bitch ain't faithful
Never got a blood test, but your dumb ass still gon' claim it
I built this shit brick by brick, I feel like Franklin
Got her hair done every week 'cause if I don't, then she get cranky
My scammer bitch so pretty, quick to ask you who you bank with
Learned the game from Daniel Poku, spent a Hellcat on a painting
[Chorus]
Live it up today, nigga, I can die tonight
Pussy so wet, gotta sit that shit in rice
OG sipper, fuck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, bitch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, bitch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad bitch on a flight

[Verse 2]
Me and Tweetie, we forever, we ain't married, but I'm her husband
She forgave me for that one time that I fucked all on her cousin
Ain't even talkin' to my brother, different struggle, same mother
Nigga dogged me out on Facebook, made me feel like he ain't love me
My daddy love crack and my mama, swear to God, that shit so ugly
He won't put no one above it, bet he wish I had a muzzle
As a kid, I swear to God, Bobo the only man that hugged me
If a nigga ain't a daddy to his kid, how can I trust him?

[Chorus]
Live it up today, nigga, I can die tonight
Pussy so wet, gotta sit that shit in rice
OG sipper, fuck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, bitch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, bitch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad bitch on a flight

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