Correction Lyrics Honey Pack by Bfb Da Packman

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The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me
The Lunch Crew Company
(J, this shit too crazy)
Y'ello

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh)
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello)
Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home)
If she ain't f*ckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only f*ck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)

Wait a second, damn, Daniel, where'd you find this?
A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fists
She wanna lick my ass, I don't mind it
You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish
I hit the bitch with twenty dollars, she can't squirt or cream
She unappreciative 'bout the twenty, that's a smoker's dream
I only f*ck with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling
Is you dumb? I'm never pickin' Kash Doll over Percules
If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO
I'm eatin' Ruth Chris, four years ago, it was four for fours
I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow
Turned down ten labels, I own my shit, I'm the f*ckin' G.O.A.T.
Baah, oh, that's a sheep
Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep
I wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin' me to eat
I make my bitch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (Y'ello)

Let me tell you 'bout this one lil' freak a nigga had
Bagged her at the club, now we skatin' in a Jag'
Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back
I must've glanced down at her crack, she had shit up in her ass
Can't cap, man, I flipped the f*ck out, bitch, get off my bed
You live a trife life, on God, don't even want the head
She actin' fake drunk, oh word? That's how you gon' play it?
You ain't baby wipin' shit, call your Uber, I'ma call the feds
Just in case they try to kill me, baby, C-O-D
Honey pack stopped workin', now I'm back to poppin' E's on E's
I'm Andre Romelle Young, these other niggas D-O-C
If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my bitch'll cheat on me
Houston love me as they own, but I'ma die a Piston
My mama said, "f*ck rap, son, go be a dietician"
Future f*ck my bitch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen
Make salat with fifty Muslims, Inshallah, but I'ma die a Christian (Y'ello)

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