Bfb Da Packman After Eminem Lyrics

[Intro]
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)

[Verse]
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 f*cked two sisters, they both bad, but they synonyms
Huh, R.I.P. 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 f*ck 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 p*ssy good when we f*ckin', 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 f*cked 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 p*ssy 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
[Outro]
(The Lunch Crew Company)