Grocery Freestyle (Explicit)-Bfb Da PackMan

歌手 : Bfb Da PackMan
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:01

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TXT Grocery Freestyle (Explicit)-Bfb Da PackMan 文本歌词

作词 : Tyree Jawan Thomas
作曲 : Tyree Jawan Thomas
I'm a big problem (TAPEKID)
I don’t want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin’ weird-ass s**t just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main b***h chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep s**t poppin'
Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
Huh, nigga, f**k the feds
So much dog s**t in my pocket, where the plunger at?
Had a threesome with a dyke ho and my baby mama
We eatin' coochie at the same time and we keep bumpin' heads
Hold on, b***h, back up, I can do it better
Tried to abort my lil’ son, he a truly blessing
f**k a b***h once and I’m straight, I'm a coochie tester
Mixin’ PAI, Quagen, and Wock', this a spooky beverage
Dove told me vlog my life and I love that nigga
Paul never turned his back, I'm still thuggin' with him
I miss every damn day, wish she’d hug a nigga
Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me, "Flood them niggas"
Huh, so I'm back for blood
Treat these rap niggas like my sons, told 'em wrap it up
Boyfriend pimpin' with the b***h at home, shackin' up
Gave my brother life, that s**t make me wanna whack the judge
Huh, this my life daily
Ghetto nigga, chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
Niggas actin' hard, but they sweet, they some Life Savers
Made my son high off the Wock', he a pint baby
I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass s**t just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main b***h chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep s**t poppin'
Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers
Yeah, we on verse two
I done touched so many— (Brr), call me bird flu
I wouldn't give a f**k if you was Jesus, I'd serve you
Never show your soft side to a b***h, 'cause it'll hurt you
These b***hes Dairy Queens
Bought a hundred cases, think it's green, but it's antifreeze
Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna eat that panty cream
Burgular bar doors when I'm trappin' 'cause I'm scared of fiends
b***h, don't touch me
If the pu**y stink when she show up, b***h, let's get musty
The same b***h that used to play with you back in high school'll
Double back and try to give you the pu**y when they get chunky
Yeah, I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass s**t just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main b***h chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep s**t poppin'
Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga
I don't get no proffers, bro
We gon' take it on the chin
F**k it
Lunch Crew, yellow
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
The Lunch Crew Company