Fuck Condoms - Bfb da Packman Lyrics
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Silahkan disimak Fuck Condoms - Bfb da Packman Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.[intro]
(yo, are y’all with the lunch crew company?)
[verse 1]
all i drink is water, b*tches know i’m a good swallow
former junkie, used to pour my lean in a douche bottle
i married katie, stopped f*ckin’ with keishas
hit raw one night and we had us a zebra (white girl)
i never sold a brick, i ain’t gon’ tell a lie
jody said this d*ck flavette, but i’m sellin’ mine (uh)
i’m fat and ugly, b*tch pretty, i’m a special guy
went on a diet, two hours later, back eatin’ pie (sh*t)
[chorus]
yeah, i need a counselor
i love insta’ thots and i hate wearin’ condoms, correct (correct)
lead me to the room, i’ma follow
i can f*ck a thousand hoes, i ain’t leavin’ my baby mama, uh (yello), correct
i won’t tell a soul, that’s on me (facts)
custom*made, dapper dan on the fleece (yello)
you say you gettin’ money, n*ggas lyin’ through they t**th (uh)
i don’t trust a b*tch who spray after she pee (okay)
[verse 2]
bitcoin, balenciaga, bfb da packman (ooh)
a nine*to*five can’t get you rich, but the trap can (trap)
put my mans on, he ran off, end up crashin’ (boom, boom)
that’s why i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, i’m a klansman
gap*toothed, fat, black n*gga, i’m a pioneer (facts)
i drink alkaline water, i don’t buy beer
i do sh*t to irritate my b*tch, i might buy a deer (hah)
i only moved out to houston ’cause solange here
i’m fat n*ggas’ motivation, they can’t stop watchin’
three for twenty*five is how the young n*gga line poppin’
old n*ggas hoggin’ blocks, i had to blindspot ’em
then i put my young n*ggas on, b*tch, i’m shawn cotton
rap n*ggas out here thinkin’ they above the law
my favorite uncle snitched, i told my granny don’t accept the call
told her suck the tennis racket, don’t forget the b*lls
i quit servin’ lady crackheads ’cause i f*cked ’em all (nasty n*gga)
[chorus]
yeah, i need a counselor
i love insta’ thots and i hate wearin’ condoms, correct (correct)
lead me to the room, i’ma follow
i can f*ck a thousand hoes, i ain’t leavin’ my baby mama, uh (yello), correct
i won’t tell a soul, that’s on me (facts)
custom*made, dapper dan on the fleece (yello)
you say you gettin’ money, n*ggas lyin’ through they t**th (uh)
i don’t trust a b*tch who spray after she pee (okay)
[verse 3]
f*cked my granny granddaughter, i ain’t proud of that
they wonder why me and her so close, well, there you f*ckin’ have it
auntie mad, unfollow me, i unfollow back (btich)
the b*tch really mad ’cause i slipped her ass a monistat (hah)
it rained today, i’m hot and it’s muggy (uh)
if i ain’t gettin’ paid for no shows, ain’t no clubbin’ (nope)
big appetite, eatin’ at night got me fluffy (donut)
kinky n*gga, stick my d*ck through a donut, told her, “suck it” (woo)
never trick with a b*tch, she just came for cum (ooh)
joggin’ ‘fit with the timbs, and it came from com (ooh)
don’t tolerate disrespect, b*tch, i’m naenae’s son (ooh)
and i deleted mysp*ce ’cause it came with tom (tom)
i want the family plates full like a buffet
could’ve hit your auntie, bent her over and her b*tt stank
cut off my lightskin b*tches ’cause they breath stank
my cousin upped a quarter milly cash, but his buffs fake (nasty n*gga)
[chorus]
yeah, i need a counselor
i love insta’ thots and i hate wearin’ condoms, correct (correct)
lead me to the room, i’ma follow
i can f*ck a thousand hoes, i ain’t leavin’ my baby mama, uh (yello), correct
i won’t tell a soul, that’s on me (facts)
custom*made, dapper dan on the fleece (yello)
you say you gettin’ money, n*ggas lyin’ through they t**th (uh)
i don’t trust a b*tch who spray after she pee
[outro]
yello, uh
ayy
lunch time
come join the lunch line
crew, lunch crew
hahaha
next track
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