Lyrics Aubrey I Need You on This Song - Bfb Da Packman

Aubrey I Need You on This Song

Yeah, huh
I forgot the donuts
I got my engineer A Redd in this bitch drinkin' alkaline water, though
Bro, come on, let’s get it
Once had a goal (Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home)
Drape my bitch in Givenchy (Never talk on a mobile phone)
Heavy check on me right now (Trap fat, Michael Corleone)
I want all the cheese, I’m addicted (Feta, American, provolone)
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' (Groovy)
Baby mama caught me cheatin' (Jesus), fell in love with a seamstress (Y'ello)
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix (Woo)
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper
I’m a savage (Yeah)
Cheesecake, not a salad (Facts)
Debbie cakes in the trap cabinet
I said that one on the last one
I hit it raw, fuck the plastic (Uh)
I got dreams of goin' platinum (Platinum)
Double date with Drake and Halle, I show up with Angela Bassett (Stella)
I am priority, I kidnapped him 'cause he shorted me (Uh-huh)
Soon as I walk in, ten bitches jumpin' down my throat, sorority (Yeah)
I got more juice than gumbo (Yeah)
She said you don’t like me, why we hump for?
(Yeah)
I told her baby mama out of town and my side bitch on the run, though
She a swiper (She a swiper)
Empanadas come from Mambos (Woo)
Nigga said he gon' rob me (Hah)
Okay, sir, I’ll let my gun know (Boom)
Still wanna fuck a midget (Uh)
Let her ride me 'til she dizzy (Ah)
Bust a nut, then I block her
She was too short to wash the dishes (Woo)
Great whites in the water (Hah)
Lil' niggas barracudas ('Cudas)
Sour cream with the woodles (Woodles)
Open locker with the shooters (Boom)
Bend it over, let me spank it (Ah)
Use checks for my banking
I did wanna hit, but I’m good-good
When she twerk, it start stankin' (Funky)
Once had a goal (Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home)
Drape my bitch in Givenchy (Never talk on a mobile phone)
Heavy check on me right now (Trap fat, Michael Corleone)
I want all the cheese, I’m addicted (Feta, American, provolone)
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' (Groovy)
Baby mama caught me cheatin' (Jesus), fell in love with a seamstress (Y'ello)
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix (Woo)
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper
I don’t rap, I be preachin' (Yeah)
Side bitch out in Beecher (Woo)
Lira Galore in the store
Galeria swipin' Visas (Uh)
Matter fact, let me find her (Swiper)
Twenty racks on a Honda (Swiper)
She said, «Nigga, where your condom?»
(Huh?)
It’s too hot for a condom
Brother locked in the jail cell, two-hundred fifty on the scam-scam
Houston, Texas on this rap shit, but a Flintstone like I’m Bamm-Bamm (Keep
goin')
Nigga’s name hold no weight, but a brick dealer on the 'Gram 'Gram
Hello, how your day goin'?
I promise this not a scam, ma’am
Once had a goal (Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home)
Drape my bitch in Givenchy (Never talk on a mobile phone)
Heavy check on me right now (Trap fat, Michael Corleone)
I want all the cheese, I’m addicted (Feta, American, provolone)
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' (Groovy)
Baby mama caught me cheatin' (Jesus), fell in love with a seamstress (Y'ello)
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix (Woo)
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper
Shout out to my, uh, engineer A Redd, nigga
This a motherfuckin' hit
We goin' all the way, bitch
ASCAP money