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letra de to go plate - bfb da packman

[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

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