Correction Lyrics Can't Blame Ye by Bfb Da Packman

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Fat boy back, I know you bitches can't believe it
Thought Packman fell off 'cause my page got deleted
I grew up drinkin' dirty water, I'm undefeated
'Bout to f*ck this year up, I know you bitches hate to see it
My Asian plug growin' 'za, I'm in love with Mei Mei
Ain't ready to die 'bout this shit, then why you hollerin', "Gang, gang?"
I be in my feelings too, I can't even blame Ye
My bitch left me, on God, I'ma act the same way, yeah
Lunch Crew exotic, pushin' P's of dirty donuts (Uh)
Cheatin' is for kids, my bitch wish a nigga'd grow up
Call an opp nigga ho up, made her suck me 'til she throw up
This shit three hundrеd a line, bitch, quit askin' me to pour up
Lil' baby got that water, uh, yеah, that cooch-cooch
I get crunk up in that thing, bitch, I feel like Duke Deuce
Gucci boots up in the winter, and it hold a two-two
She said her ex-nigga a dog, me too, roof-roof
Every bitch I ever had, I sauce 'em up, my lil' fajitas
Was a lion-hearted nigga, my bitch turned me to a cheetah
Bitch askin' for some head, I told her, "Uh-uh," like I'm BIA
My career almost over, tell Drake I need that feature
Nigga, sit down, make a plan, and hit a lick to get some cheese
Get caught, then get to snitchin', bitch, you 'posed to kept it G
Why you callin' home complainin' 'cause your BM slept with me?
I feel like Gunna, when my bitch squirt, let me drink it, that ain't P
Got a bunch of side bitches and I love all of 'em
They ignored me when I was broke, so I dog all of 'em
Clip hangin' out the bottom, Shaquille O'Neal in small covers
Rocky got Rihanna pregnant, that's a win for all of us
Yeah, niggas got madder, pockets got fatter
Ignore a bitch in the club, we havin' nasty sex after (Nasty)
Baby got that demon head, but I think the bitch Catholic
Me and Nelly in the same boat, average-sized dicks matter (Y'ello)
I drink Quagen with any pop, man, I hate the liquor (Woah)
I date hoes that swallow kids, I won't date a spitter
Suck it slow, don't be a speed licker, I'm a patient nigga
Somebody tell Flo Milli I wanna have a baby with her
I would've killed Finch, they would've knew not to play with Stifler
Shit started changin' in my life when my pape' got bigger
Instead of blamin' me for cheatin', she just blame the women
Callin' every bitch that I f*ck like, "Why you wreck that nigga?"
Speedin' in the Scat' got me with a hundred fines
Half a rack for the scent, baby, this that No. 9
When I say she got cake, not Duncan Hines
We supposed to fight our demons, but I keep on f*ckin' mine

(The Lunch Crew Company)

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