Lyrics:
or have to pack the fudge
Pack the fudge
You say you trying to stay on the high road
Then why, did you end up, so low?
You made some bad choices
You made
Rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
Makin kin breach they skin
Secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than
the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh
How's about burned at the stake
Like the rest of those Sodomites
Even though you had
side
71 North, on my way to the westside
Let the whip slide, cadillac mackin
Assassinating these rappers, they fanny pack fudge packers
Sorry for
budge
Let me wipe that smudge
Turn that frown upside down
My mom's outta town
Let's pack some fudge, whaaat
Drake, I am not kanye
Not a fingers in
the time when I bounce for a spliff
A come right back with a Corona 6-pack
And Ben and Jerry's double fudge pint to split ah
Just grab a spoon chola
And feed
Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge...
Da Da Do Dee
Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge...
Da Da Do Dee
me a nudge
Pack that bowl deep with some Chocolate Fudge
Drive round and round i'll listen to cool sounds
In a van with Cait and Stanley hitting up
Give one for all
What would you do for a fudge ball
'Cause it's one for a dollar
Two for a pack
And you'll eat it in a second and bring it right back
No I don't want
Just anyone
I'm loving what I see in front of me
Don't give a fudge
About anyone
I know what you need, baby
Listen to me speak it
Hoses, tubes stick and funnel
All goes up your rectal tunnel
Anus gushes haemorrhoidal sludge
The maggots breed within the fudge
Plastic bags with
a fudge Sunday in the spot
Bucking with that dog like im Bud Bundy
Fuck a bitch then put her out
This ain't no lovey dovey lil dog ran off
I ain't see him
Some gangstas wanna head blast, cause I run with the red rags
Free Uno Ace Capone
The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie
LETS GO!
Crew,
what you mean though...
Swimming I'm grinning and living it up
Winning and stuff. Trippy the fudge
Truffla scuffla verbal swashbuckler reduce
the white bitch like fudge on a sundae
Put on my Ice 'cause today Is a good day
Pull up deep and smoke yo' ass
On yo' hood date
Niggas knife behind yo' back,
a God with many followers
Who's sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar
I rep the NYC, fuck bitches and sip Remy
Pack more notes than
of an angel and the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred, thorough head makes you moist
Like the dark fudge brownie with the nut of your choice
Soakin wet are
And hope one of his peoples can hook him with a tri-pack
That's three different flavors
Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
Acting all hard, 'bout
real, you can feel me?
Diru's talk shit but can't get with it or killed it
Motherfuckin' Loc
You knows I packs a 44 so step
When I bail through your
I know that it's right
We clean up our dishes and watch some tv
And I'm kissin' on her while she's kissing on me
We pack up our things and head
favored
How I made it
Flexing in the latest
Ladies love my cadence, out here buzzing like cicadas
All this love, how the fudge could you hate us
Trying
flic
And im underground on some bugs bunny shid
Nigga try to play elmer fudge wit the stick
Hustle everyday. Man i love gettin rich
Flip it everyway i
come back
couse I dont wont you no more.
hot fudge verse: Look baby I sorry for what I did
But baby plese give me a other chance.
you are my haert
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