bfb da packman – weekend at solomon’s lyrics
[intro]
his name’s pablo
[verse]
since birth i was a problem, daddy should’ve worn a condom
i was just f+cked up rockin’ fila like they prada’s
now these b+tches on my d+ck, i’m droppin’ fire with quesada
on my way to the doctor ’cause it’s itchin’ by my privates
oh lord, everybody calm down, it’s just a hair bump
they k!lled jeffery epstein ’cause he told and that scared trump
i’m three pumps in, oh lord, oh i’m ’bout to bust
fat n+gga, but my b+tch bad, n+gga, sherman klump
oh god, is you miss perty?
my b+tch a pharm tech at cvs, she got the scripts twerking
we got a code name for the bricks, did you get urkle?
bougie n+gga, just to beat my meat, b+tch, i get gherkins
humblе n+gga, dawg, this fame can’t even changе me
on the low, i wanna f+ck erica [?]
man, i had a fat mama, dawg, i dare you n+ggas blame me
man, i offered him a donut, but he g+y, he want a danish
if that’s what you like, dawg, i’m no h0m+phobic
my d+ck ain’t that long, b+tch, so why you chokin’?
all she do is cap, i swear to god she a cap+a+holic
only white people take a sh+t and don’t wipe the toilet
too fat, i left the seat back, give me head now
the police right next to us, keep your head down
“boom, boom,” i’m fat so when i’m f+cking that’s how the bed sound
spending all these dead n+ggas money, n+gga, clermont
f+ck around in the [?], just me and face
already know the feds hip, just bring your case
they ain’t gonna come and get me? oh f+ck, n+gga, bring the wraith
had a dream that i was skinny, woke up, couldn’t see my waist
oh my god, look, i’m not a f+ckin’ racist
dropped a pint and caught it with my foot, it ain’t touch the pavement
i chop crack with my pinky toe, don’t need the f+ckin’ razer
touch more boy than mike jack, i’m not a f+ckin’ rapist
woo, oh my god, i’m talkin’ super loose
hump the b+tch face, when i was done she had a missing tooth
glizzy with the stendo on the bottom, b+tch, it’s like a flu
f+ck around and wipe a n+ggas nose like he got the flu
plugged in with jazz prince, i got mob ties
got an acre home b+tch that’ll f+ck me for some hot fires
love suckin’ on both titties, goo+goo ga+ga
told my girl that i’m seein’ four other b+tches, bae, i’m c+ckeyed
i’m just cheatin’, i don’t know about polygamy
i gave my b+tch another std, i know she sick of me
baby, i don’t kiss and tell, b+tch, i’m solid like a brick in me
i ain’t sign unless i own my masters, n+gga, ain’t no pimpin’ me
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