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bfb da packman – to go plate lyrics

[intro]
(are you guys with the lunch crew company?)
yeah
if you not with the lunch crew company, who the f+ck is you with, dawg? like
(herbmadethisbeat)
look

[chorus]
woo, i’m a problem
i don’t like my b+tches loud, i like ’em chocolate (period)
mike amiri jeans, these ain’t robin
i got drip (chlamydia), need a doctor (y’ello)
cheesecake over peach cobbler (uh)
young n+gga came up off [?][0:29] (haha, shh, got you)
i ain’t puttin’ nan’ b+tch over my dollar (uh)

[verse 1]
fat, black, donut+eating n+gga with a cold flow
still f+ckin’ up these beats, i’m a dodo (uh)
pay me for a feature, send a beat, i’m in go mode (woo)
huh, watch me snap on that b+tch like a photo (cl!ck)
trickin’ off my paper with a thot, that’s a no+no (no+no)
they still hoppin’ on my d+ck like a pogo (jump)
i hit dc, i’m at howard with a cold ho
she bad, but p+ssy like a jeep, it ain’t got no doors
want her for the free, you don’t get paid to spring (uh)
snapchat then delete, you ain’t savin’ it (y’ello)
i ain’t payin’ for no p+ssy, b+tch, you payin’ for d+ck (what?)
fat n+gga sendin’ d+ck pics, i ain’t scared of sh+t, ayy (b+tch)
my n+ggas hatin’ on me, they ain’t glad i won (uh)
but when n+ggas had that work, they ain’t hand me none (uh)
and i ain’t f+ckin’ with no condoms, don’t pass me none (no)
nasty n+gga, mama said i’m my daddy’s son (me)
f+ck a label deal, that won’t work for me (b+tch)
i put my own money up, now it work for me, b+tch (uh)
lunch crew, b+tch, come and work for me
i put my n+ggas on that bread like some turkey meat (yeah)
i wonder why white folks hate fellas? (uh)
my cousin light caught a body and he ate seven (huh?)
don’t give a f+ck what the sentence is, i ain’t tellin’
i got a plug on the blues like a bank teller

[chorus]
woo, i’m a problem
i don’t like my b+tches loud, i like ’em chocolate (period)
mike amiri jeans, these ain’t robin
i got drip (chlamydia), need a doctor (y’ello)
cheesecake over peach cobbler (uh)
young n+gga came up off [?] (haha, shh, got you)
i ain’t puttin’ nan’ b+tch over my dollar (uh)

[verse 2]
these hoes don’t really love you, time’ll tell
ducked off with gabrielle and she fine as h+ll (yeah)
i’ll sell a ho a wish and hope she find a well
b+tch say i ate her ass, she ate mine as well (haha)
lunch crew n+ggas got the big bank (huh?)
i’m talkin’ freshwater fish in the fish tanks (splash)
alaska stuffed salmon on ten plates (eat it)
i won’t let your b+tch suck my d+ck ’cause her spit stink (trife b+tch)
say you want a big+d+ck money+getter, stop (huh?)
you gon’ suck whatever d+ck i got in stock (ah)
on the block with my opps, make a n+gga body drop (boom, boom)
wake up refreshed, hit my knees, and make salat (fresh)
i’m the new biggie, n+ggas talkin’ tee grizzley
man, you n+ggas sound silly
might go and swipe a bentley, i’m dallas with the bl!cky
chef quavis get my last ’cause i know he dyin’ with me (n+gga)
my kids love a n+gga like i’m ben 10 (ben 10)
i’ll swipe an army truck, i got big bands (swipe)
baby mama in my business, always dippin’
if i pay all the bills, b+tch, don’t ask me where my d+ck been (back up)
aw sh+t, i got the hiccups (yup)
my mama said she want a million, i’ma get one
lunch crew cuttin’ checks like it’s nip+tucks
i put the donuts down, then pick a n+gga b+tch up, ooh

[chorus]
woo, i’m a problem
i don’t like my b+tches loud, i like ’em chocolate (period)
mike amiri jeans, these ain’t robin
i got drip (chlamydia), need a doctor (y’ello)
cheesecake over peach cobbler (uh)
young n+gga came up off [?] (haha, shh, got you)
i ain’t puttin’ nan’ b+tch over my dollar (uh)

[outro]
yeah, one time, one time
yeah
lunch crew, come and join the lunch line, yeah
hahaha, lunch crew sh+t, baby
you know what i mean?
one deep, n+gga, you know what i mean?
r.i.p. kanasha, b+tch

- bfb da packman lyrics

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