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butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got

your daddy, fuck your bald headed  granny  with that pickle in her panty  and your cousin and your auntie
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a nigga by

a drive-by
Shawty's stay connected to me not talking about Wi-Fi
And I got 10 Hunny Buns in a Goyard Bag
Slimy nigga tryna steal from me now he ain't got no

They sent up a baboon
61, look at the sun
Crescent bun
The moons made out of cheese
(Cheese)
The cheese is pristine
(What?)
The cows are mean
There gonna

Totin In My Compressors
Ion Gihh Go Get My Gun

If I Leave Da Game
Is Da Fans Still Goin Love Me Man

I Kno ch Couple Bougie
B*tches Dey Still Livin Off

Yeah, yeah, uh, T-Money man, let me talk to him
Bout that paper, I get cash, let's conversate about them bucks
Got a bad bitch always with me, super

You gained

Switch up your lane
Now you grown from the pain
Oh yes
You did

Insane
Sane
It all be the same

It's all about beating the game
Being a man

myself And now i with the buns of misses
Who say they be missing my kisses
I'm way too altruistic
I'm way too committed
I know
That I am living in

You've got the meat and I've got the bun
Let's make a sandwich
Lunch with you sure sounds like fun
Let's make a sandwich

Submarine or open-face
ct

your favorite rapper grieving kill this beat and let it lie
Postal service how I'm working man I'm stamped when I arrive
Frankenstein monster,  When i'm

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

it out day by day, you know
I guess you could call me a musician, but is it really a musician if you ain't making the money yet
Okay
Well, that was

Feelin' like Bun B, throwed in the game
Lil' sweat, tear n pain
150% y'all flow lame
Killin' E-Bali's fame
The baddest things since cocaine
Pourin'

I won't feel none
I be facing all my problems, some I still run
Time been moving fast, I remember my honey buns
That was for me and bro, but if he

He said don't make me mad
The fuck is you gon do
Im rolling up that thraxxx
And smoking by the 2
Lil shorty shaking ass
I fucked and then I dooped

I live

Im losing z's cause I'm pushing these z's bun a z and it puts me to sleep like a lullaby
I just got caught with my main by my sidepiece Im

under the sun
You a number nine, bitch, I'm a number one
Oh, that's ya bitch, I done fucked on another one
Oh you sweet ass n****s like honey buns,
Can't

can't dance
I'm off this perk so watch your mans, can't touch no buns, so watch your hands
Okay, ball like Tyrese Maxey, you boys can't get past me, shoot

at your swine, twin
So often, I'm stomping across my own faucet
I've lost it, your shit still buns, yeah I crossed it
The closet, I peek into the dreams

what I be on man you sounding like the feds
Cut my hand if it offends me think I cut you off instead
I don't fuck with how you step
The city I'm from

see a pic
Hair in a bun, sweetest of lips
Softest of tongue, Ds are the tits
Ass is on dumb; Jesus, she thick
Kissed by the sun, feet I would lick
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