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I'm a big problem (TAPEKID)
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga

Huh, nigga, fuck the feds
So much dog shit in my pocket, where the plunger at?

Had a threesome with a dyke ho and my baby mama
We eatin' coochie at the same time and we keep bumpin' heads
Hold on, bitch, back up, I can do it better
Tried to abort my lil' son, he a truly blessing
Fuck a bitch once and I'm straight, I'm a coochie tester
Mixin' PAI, Quagen, and Wock', this a spooky beverage
Dove told me vlog my life and I love that nigga
Paul never turned his back, I'm still thuggin' with him
I miss ??? every damn day, wish she'd hug a nigga
Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me, "Flood them niggas"
Huh, so I'm back for blood
Treat these rap niggas like my sons, told 'em wrap it up

Boyfriend pimpin' with the bitch at home, shackin' up
Gave my brother life, that shit make me wanna whack the judge
Huh, this my life daily
Ghetto nigga, chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
Niggas actin' hard, but they sweet, they some Life Savers
Made my son high off the Wock', he a pint baby

I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'

Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers

Yeah, we on verse two
I done touched so many (Brr), call me bird flu
I wouldn't give a fuck if you was Jesus, I'd serve you
Never show your soft side to a bitch, 'cause it'll hurt you
These bitches Dairy Queens
Bought a hundred cases, think it's green, but it's antifreeze
Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna eat that panty cream

Burgular bar doors when I'm trappin' 'cause I'm scared of fiends
Bitch, don't touch me
If the pussy stink when she show up, bitch, let's get musty
The same bitch that used to play with you back in high school'll
Double back and try to give you the pussy when they get chunky

Yeah, I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'Ussé, I want the big bottle
Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows
I like my side hoes light-skin, main bitch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin'
Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's

Thirty-inch bust down my bae, she ride dick proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga

I don't get no proffers, bro
We gon' take it on the chin
Fuck it
Lunch Crew, yellow
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
The Lunch Crew Company

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