Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fun Time, artist - Bfb Da Packman. Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fun Time |
| How do you do? |
| Lunch Crew |
| Look |
| Baby, I’m a savage |
| I got some shooters that’ll cook a nigga cabbage |
| My daddy didn’t marry my mama, so it turned me to a bastard |
| Only nigga feed the homeless and don’t claim it on his taxes |
| Corona fucking up the bag, it got the streets rumblin' |
| I’m serving niggas drywall, I had to P somethin' |
| She suck a lot of dick, I can tell 'cause her knees ugly |
| Shawn scooped me in the Lam', dawg, this nigga tryna be funny |
| Tuh, the fuck? |
| I can’t fuckin' fit |
| I’m not R. Kelly, don’t touch kids, I’m tryna touch a brick |
| I’m not talkin' gang shit when I say I gotta drop a six |
| I fuck on TikTok, not PornHub 'cause I be nuttin' quick |
| Holy Moly Donut Shop, sir, hold the flies |
| I see Whoopi Goldberg naked when I close my eyes |
| That’s not dog shit, big unc', you got a lot of fives |
| I fuck ugly bitches like a nigga that ran out of dimes |
| I think I’m ready to jump out the window |
| I wonder what Big Sean was sippin'? |
| Thought my bitch stole my money, beat her ass, my mind was trippin' |
| So she packed her shit and left and said she fuckin' tired of niggas |
| Oh fuck, shit, wait, let me step right |
| I beat my meat before she come, I had to prep right |
| I cut my white bitch off 'cause she was nasty, how you get lice? |
| My baby mama left me and she got my kids a step-dyke |
| She think all fat niggas trick, she better call Jerome |
| Snyder gave us poisoned water, but we call it home |
| I dissed my pops, but I pray he leave that crack alone |
| I did a song with Teejayx6, the feds tapped my phone |
| Fell off a couple times, but I been that nigga |
| I can’t suck my bitch titty 'cause her nipple sensitive |
| Sent her straight to Dr. Miami to get her titties bigger |
| Twitter nigga said he want a brick, I sold him kitty litter |
| Hachoo, oh Lord, I don’t got corona |
| My brother ran off on the plug, but I don’t condone it |
| Bunch of young thugs runnin' with me, but they not no stoners |
| Big, big Glock stickin' out my pants, bitch, it’s not a boner |
| I got a job, but I can still get the 'bows off |
| I love my baby mama, but I’ll never cut the hoes off |
| She suck the dick so good, I look down and my toes lost |
| I’m fat, so when I fuck a bitch, I never take my clothes off |
| I gotta shit, get the fuck out of my face, Stanley |
| They only call when they want something, make me hate family |
| I give it to 'em, but to hide the pain, bitch, I take Xannies |
| I put a hit on Sada 'cause this nigga tried to outdance me |
| Just got back from the beach, she was out tanning |
| If I don’t got a pound on it, then I can’t land it |
| I just pushed one button and the car vanished |
| Good guy, but a couple girls can’t stand me |
| Hit her up, she was in her bra and her panties |
| Got hella high and ate all the food out her pantry |
| No, I don’t apologize, this ain’t no bandage |
| Not a speck on my car, it got no damage |
| Know I started off small, now I got G.O.A.T. |
| status |
| Tell the bitch to fuck up, never go backwards |
| Tell her get her money up if she know actors |
| Twenty girls on the boat, it’s for sure crackin' |
| Like the movies in the '90s, I get more action |
| From the 'Burgh where it’s grimy, so it’s no lackin' |
| Wanna get your money up? |
| You gotta move different |
| Saturdays, I’m smokin' weed with the roof missin' |
| I can’t trust no bitch |
| If she ain’t down to go and get her own shit |
| Eatin' lunch, takin' pictures by the ocean |
| Quit telling me that I’m that nigga, bitch, I know it |
| Asked me how I got all this weed, bitch, I grow it |
| Introduced you to a pound, now you need to blow it |
| Lotta game and some grown folks' conversation |
| Let a bitch choose, I don’t use manipulation |
| One night get you right up out your situation |
| Never catch me off-guard 'cause I anticipate it |
| 'Bout a million dollars, then my dawgs participatin' |
| Signin' off, the realest nigga of our generation |