Cant Blame Ye

Fat boy back, I know you bitches can't believe it Thought Packman fell off 'cause my page got deleted I grew up drinkin' dirty water, I'm undefeated 'Bout to fuck this year up, I know you bitches hate to see it My Asian plug growin' 'za, I'm in love with Mei Mei Ain't ready to die 'bout this shit, then why you hollerin', "Gang, gang?" I be in my feelings too, I can't even blame Ye My bitch left me, on God, I'ma act the same way, yeah Lunch Crew exotic, pushin' P's of dirty donuts (uh) Cheatin' is for kids, my bitch wish a nigga'd grow up Call a opp nigga ho up, made her suck me 'til she throw up This shit three hunnid a line, bitch, quit askin' me to pour up Lil' baby got that water, uh, yeah, that cooch-cooch I get crunk up in that thing, bitch, I feel like Duke Deuce Gucci boots up in the winter, and it hold a two-two She said her ex-nigga a dog, me too, roof-roof Every bitch I ever had, I sauce 'em up, my lil' fajitas Was a lion-hearted nigga, my bitch turned me to a cheetah Bitch ask me for some head, I told her "uh-uh", like I'm BIA My career almost over, tell Drake I need that feature Nigga, sit down, make a plan, and hit a lick to get some cheese Get caught, then get to snitchin', bitch, you 'posed to kept it G Why you callin' home complainin' 'cause your BM slept with me? I feel like Gunna, when my bitch squirt, let me drink it, that ain't P Got a bunch of side bitches and I love all of 'em They ignored me when I was broke, so I dog all of 'em Clip hangin' out the bottom, Shaquille O'Neal in small covers Rocky got Rihanna pregnant, that's a win for all of us Yeah, niggas got madder, pockets got fatter Ignore a bitch in the club, we havin' nasty s*x after (nasty) Baby got that demon head, but I think the bitch Catholic Me and Nelly in the same boat, average-sized dicks matter (y'ello) I drink Quagen with any pop, man, I hate the liquor (whoa) I date hoes that swallow kids, I won't date a spitter Suck it slow, don't be a speed licker, I'm a patient nigga Somebody tell Flo Milli I wanna have a baby with her I would've killed Finch, they would've knew not to play with Stifler Shit started changin' in my life when my pape' got bigger Instead of blamin' me for cheatin', she just blame the women Callin' every bitch that I fuck like, "Why you wreck that nigga?" Speedin' in the Scat' got me with a hunnid fines Half a rack for the scent, baby, this that No. 9 When I say she got cake, not Duncan Hines We supposed to fight our demons, but I keep on fuckin' mine (The Lunch Crew Company)