Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Go Plate, artist - Bfb Da Packman.
Date of issue: 16.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
To Go Plate |
Yeah |
If you not with the Lunch Crew Company, who the fuck is you with, dawg? |
Like |
(HerbMadeThisBeat) |
Look |
Woo, I’m a problem |
I don’t like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period) |
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain’t Robin |
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello) |
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh) |
Young nigga came up off (Haha, shh, got you) |
I ain’t puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh) |
Fat, black, donut-eating nigga with a cold flow |
Still fuckin' up these beats, I’m a dodo (Uh) |
Pay me for a feature, send a beat, I’m in go mode (Woo) |
Huh, watch me snap on that bitch like a photo (Click) |
Trickin' off my paper with a thot, that’s a no-no (No-no) |
They still hoppin' on my dick like a pogo (Jump) |
I hit DC, I’m at Howard with a cold ho |
She bad, but pussy like a Jeep, it ain’t got no doors |
Want her for the free, you don’t get paid to spring (Uh) |
Snapchat then delete, you ain’t savin' it (Y'ello) |
I ain’t payin' for no pussy, bitch, you payin' for dick (What?) |
Fat nigga sendin' dick pics, I ain’t scared of shit, ayy (Bitch) |
My niggas hatin' on me, they ain’t glad I won (Uh) |
But when niggas had that work, they ain’t hand me none (Uh) |
And I ain’t fuckin' with no condoms, don’t pass me none (No) |
Nasty nigga, mama said I’m my daddy’s son (Me) |
Fuck a label deal, that won’t work for me (Bitch) |
I put my own money up, now it work for me, bitch (Uh) |
Lunch Crew, bitch, come and work for me |
I put my niggas on that bread like some turkey meat (Yeah) |
I wonder why white folks hate fellas? |
(Uh) |
My cousin Light caught a body and he ate seven (Huh?) |
Don’t give a fuck what the sentence is, I ain’t tellin' |
I got a plug on the blues like a bank teller |
Woo, I’m a problem |
I don’t like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period) |
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain’t Robin |
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello) |
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh) |
Young nigga came up off (Haha, shh, got you) |
I ain’t puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh) |
These hoes don’t really love you, time’ll tell |
Ducked off with Gabrielle and she fine as hell (Yeah) |
I’ll sell a ho a wish and hope she find a well |
Bitch say I ate her ass, she ate mine as well (Haha) |
Lunch crew niggas got the big bank (Huh?) |
I’m talkin' freshwater fish in the fish tanks (Splash) |
Alaska stuffed salmon on ten plates (Eat it) |
I won’t let your bitch suck my dick 'cause her spit stink (Trife bitch) |
Say you want a big-dick money-getter, stop (Huh?) |
You gon' suck whatever dick I got in stock (Ah) |
On the block with my opps, make a nigga body drop (Boom, boom) |
Wake up refreshed, hit my knees, and make Salat (Fresh) |
I’m the new Biggie, niggas talkin' Tee Grizzley |
Man, you niggas sound silly |
Might go and swipe a Bentley, I’m Dallas with the blicky |
Chef Quavis get my last 'cause I know he dyin' with me (Nigga) |
My kids love a nigga like I’m Ben 10 (Ben 10) |
I’ll swipe an army truck, I got big bands (Swipe) |
Baby mama in my business, always dippin' |
If I pay all the bills, bitch, don’t ask me where my dick been (Back up) |
Aw shit, I got the hiccups (Yup) |
My mama said she want a million, I’ma get one |
Lunch Crew cuttin' checks like it’s nip-tucks |
I put the donuts down, then pick a nigga bitch up, ooh |
Woo, I’m a problem |
I don’t like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period) |
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain’t Robin |
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello) |
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh) |
Young nigga came up off (Haha, shh, got you) |
I ain’t puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh) |
Yeah, one time, one time |
Yeah |
Lunch Crew, come and join the lunch line, yeah |
Hahaha, Lunch Crew shit, baby |
You know what I mean? |
One deep, nigga, you know what I mean? |
R.I.P. |
Kanasha, bitch |