Grocery Freestyle (Explicit)-Bfb Da PackMan

作词 : Tyree Jawan Thomas 作曲 : Tyree Jawan Thomas [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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