Bfb Da Packman – Fun Time (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Bfb Da Packman - Fun Time (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (prod. Enrgy Beats)

Bfb Da Packman is back with “Fun Time” featuring Wiz Khalifa. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Enrgy Beats.

Bfb Da Packman Fun Time
Bfb Da Packman Fun Time

The rapper garnered some buzz earlier this year with his single “Free Joe Exotic” with fellow Michigan rapper Sada Baby. His hilarious bars (“She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping/Ol lying ass b*tch, my dick ain’t that big) and energetic flow brought viral attention to the game’s best rapper/mailman.

He seems to have found a formula that works for him. He continues his no-hook approach and reunites with “Free Joe Exotic” producer Enrgy Beats for his new single with Wiz Khalifa, “Fun Time.”

Bfb Da Packman – Fun Time (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (prod. Enrgy Beats)

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[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
(Enrgy made this one)
How do you do? Lunch Crew

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Baby, I’m a savage
I got some shooters that’ll cook a nigga cabbage
My daddy didn’t marry my mama, so it turned me to a bastard
Only nigga feed the homeless and don’t claim it on his taxes
Corona fucking up the bag, it got the streets rumblin’
I’m serving niggas drywall, I had to P somethin’
She suck a lot of dick, I can tell ’cause her knees ugly
Shawn scooped me in the Lam’, dawg, this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can’t fuckin’ fit
I’m not R. Kelly, don’t touch kids, I’m tryna touch a brick
I’m not talkin’ gang shit when I say I gotta drop a six
I fuck on TikTok, not PornHub ’cause I be nuttin’ quick
Holy Moly Donut Shop, sir, hold the flies
I see Whoopi Goldberg naked when I close my eyes
That’s not dog shit, big unc’, you got a lot of fives
I fuck ugly bitches like a nigga that ran out of dimes
I think I’m ready to jump out the window
I wonder what Big Sean was sippin’?
Thought my bitch stole my money, beat her ass, my mind was trippin’
So she packed her shit and left and said she fuckin’ tired of niggas
Oh fuck, shit, wait, let me step right
I beat my meat before she come, I had to prep right
I cut my white bitch off ’cause she was nasty, how you get lice?
My baby mama left me and she got my kids a step-dyke
She think all fat niggas trick, she better call Jerome
Snyder gave us poisoned water, but we call it home
I dissed my pops, but I pray he leave that crack alone
I did a song with Teejayx6, the feds tapped my phone
Fell off a couple times, but I been that nigga
I can’t suck my bitch titty ’cause her nipple sensitive
Sent her straight to Dr. Miami to get her titties bigger
Twitter nigga said he want a brick, I sold him kitty litter
Hachoo, oh Lord, I don’t got corona
My brother ran off on the plug, but I don’t condone it
Bunch of young thugs runnin’ with me, but they not no stoners
Big, big Glock stickin’ out my pants, bitch, it’s not a boner
I got a job, but I can still get the ‘bows off
I love my baby mama, but I’ll never cut the hoes off
She suck the dick so good, I look down and my toes lost
I’m fat, so when I fuck a bitch, I never take my clothes off
I gotta shit, get the fuck out of my face, Stanley
They only call when they want something, make me hate family
I give it to ’em, but to hide the pain, bitch, I take Xannies
I put a hit on Sada ’cause this nigga tried to outdance me

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Just got back from the beach, she was out tanning
If I don’t got a pound on it, then I can’t land it
I just pushed one button and the car vanished
Good guy, but a couple girls can’t stand me
Hit her up, she was in her bra and her panties
Got hella high and ate all the food out her pantry
No, I don’t apologize, this ain’t no bandage
Not a speck on my car, it got no damage
Know I started off small, now I got G.O.A.T. status
Tell the bitch to fuck up, never go backwards
Tell her get her money up if she know actors
Twenty girls on the boat, it’s for sure crackin’
Like the movies in the ’90s, I get more action
From the ‘Burgh where it’s grimy, so it’s no lackin’
Wanna get your money up? You gotta move different
Saturdays, I’m smokin’ weed with the roof missin’
I can’t trust no bitch
If she ain’t down to go and get her own shit
Eatin’ lunch, takin’ pictures by the ocean
Quit telling me that I’m that nigga, bitch, I know it
Asked me how I got all this weed, bitch, I grow it
Introduced you to a pound, now you need to blow it
Lotta game and some grown folks’ conversation
Let a bitch choose, I don’t use manipulation
One night get you right up out your situation
Never catch me off-guard ’cause I anticipate it
‘Bout a million dollars, then my dawgs participatin’
Signin’ off, the realest nigga of our generation

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