BFB Da Packman - AFTER EMINEM lyrics
[BFB Da Packman - AFTER EMINEM lyrics]
(The Lunch Crew Company
I'm part of it) Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
I'm the best rapper from
Michigan after Eminem
In New York two deep, I got the do do do
Coochie pink
Skin tone color look like cinnamon
I fucked two sisters, they both bad
But they synonyms huh, RIP david Ruffin
Sippin' Wock'
Tryna forget all the pain and sufferin'
Cold heart a nigga, Ford tough
I just blame my mother pockets fat as hell
But why God had to make me ugly?
I fuck all these hoes raw, I be dirty doggin'
Got the plug, sent her the tooter
That's them birdies callin'
I don't wear jewеlry
Rather trick with a bad bitch but, if I did
A nigga couldn't get shit but
This thirty off me nigga, you gon' diе today
Six pink tens in my body, I'ma fly away
PG just dropped twenty cash to fight his case
If the pussy good when we fuckin'
I'm bitin' your face
Chanel bags for my baby mama
She was down when a nigga ain't have a dollar
City dried up, ain't no syrup
We need a doctor sneak fucked up
He popped a nigga and blame the chopper
With my vatos talkin' money
And sippin' horchata fat, young nigga
Got a fetish on datin' Madonna
Tryna get high, pour it up
Don't need no bottle the way she suck dick
I could tell she ain't have no father
Shout-out to single moms
Rap ain't been the same since Thug left
They need to free the slime
Keep both eyes on that money
I'm a peeping Tom
I love a bitch that put her hands on me
I need Solange uh, no disrespect to Jigga
But, I respect any chick that step to Jigga
Humble Pack over, this year
We press the issue how my bitch this bad and
I'm this ugly? I'm special, nigga
My brother said
"Show your ass on every track now"
So I'm rappin' in the booth with my crack out
I don't do drugs 'cause I seen
What it do to people I'm famous and rich
My daddy still ain't left the crack house
These lyrics, it got pain in it
Mama said since I got pape'
I'm not the same nigga
I don't want the pussy if I
Cannot get the brain with it
Before I stick my tongue in her ass
I put my chain in it now she a gold digger
Niggas my age always hated
I hang with old niggas
I hate niggas with secrets to
Get rich and successful
But everybody 'round them broke
That just mean they never told niggas
That's a god damn shame
Now them some bold niggas
Serve everything unc' cut
I don't do bold business
Pulled up by herself, when she left
She took my soul with her
Brodie got rich from shootin' niggas
He like Cole Bennett
(The Lunch Crew Company)
I'm part of it) Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
I'm the best rapper from
Michigan after Eminem
In New York two deep, I got the do do do
Coochie pink
Skin tone color look like cinnamon
I fucked two sisters, they both bad
But they synonyms huh, RIP david Ruffin
Sippin' Wock'
Tryna forget all the pain and sufferin'
Cold heart a nigga, Ford tough
I just blame my mother pockets fat as hell
But why God had to make me ugly?
I fuck all these hoes raw, I be dirty doggin'
Got the plug, sent her the tooter
That's them birdies callin'
I don't wear jewеlry
Rather trick with a bad bitch but, if I did
A nigga couldn't get shit but
This thirty off me nigga, you gon' diе today
Six pink tens in my body, I'ma fly away
PG just dropped twenty cash to fight his case
If the pussy good when we fuckin'
I'm bitin' your face
Chanel bags for my baby mama
She was down when a nigga ain't have a dollar
City dried up, ain't no syrup
We need a doctor sneak fucked up
He popped a nigga and blame the chopper
With my vatos talkin' money
And sippin' horchata fat, young nigga
Got a fetish on datin' Madonna
Tryna get high, pour it up
Don't need no bottle the way she suck dick
I could tell she ain't have no father
Shout-out to single moms
Rap ain't been the same since Thug left
They need to free the slime
Keep both eyes on that money
I'm a peeping Tom
I love a bitch that put her hands on me
I need Solange uh, no disrespect to Jigga
But, I respect any chick that step to Jigga
Humble Pack over, this year
We press the issue how my bitch this bad and
I'm this ugly? I'm special, nigga
My brother said
"Show your ass on every track now"
So I'm rappin' in the booth with my crack out
I don't do drugs 'cause I seen
What it do to people I'm famous and rich
My daddy still ain't left the crack house
These lyrics, it got pain in it
Mama said since I got pape'
I'm not the same nigga
I don't want the pussy if I
Cannot get the brain with it
Before I stick my tongue in her ass
I put my chain in it now she a gold digger
Niggas my age always hated
I hang with old niggas
I hate niggas with secrets to
Get rich and successful
But everybody 'round them broke
That just mean they never told niggas
That's a god damn shame
Now them some bold niggas
Serve everything unc' cut
I don't do bold business
Pulled up by herself, when she left
She took my soul with her
Brodie got rich from shootin' niggas
He like Cole Bennett
(The Lunch Crew Company)