Lunchable

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What it's

Hey, what a motherfuckin sweet

Can't keep my dick up in my pants I get too late tonight

I might just fuck a bad bitch I might go fuck on total

Called your bro to pull up, we gon' park a tour

Remember, he's grand out and sneak bleak in my lap a tour

My baby don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you

I'm not going out to lunch with you, you can hit a lunch with

On rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like punch to you

No, he don't like me

We don't talk the Glock for nothing, I swear we won't do no fight

And all our dogs get out of my mouth, you just wanna do it like 90

No man can take my spot, and if you do, I figured out

You couldn't do it, bitch get out, yeah you blew it

Knew the plot, them bitches get your draw

Never hesitate, the bloke call me Arbeez, he spray the glove

He park that side, won't make it out

Hunt y ain no safer route Come through the layup nigga

Down Niggas this I chase around Hit one time you hit a

Plow I can get put on ground Back to my bro for that

Bitch shit He set up by the mouth He out of shit pure piano

Super body shit, get down

Nigga think he tough, better know how high my body is

Bitch, proud

The rhymes out on Star Time, you know that cut

I keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight

I might just fuck a bad bitch

I might go fuck him too

Call your bro to pull up

We gon' park him too

Remember, he's going out and sneak bleed in my locker too

My way don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you

I'm not going out to learn to, you can't even learn to

I'm rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like pun to you

Bitch, you gon' die

Yeah, nigga know what the fuck going on with us

Y'all gonna keep duckin' and shit, I'm tellin' you

Cause ain't nobody say bitch ass can't come outside

I'm gonna go keep going

This shit for me ain't nothin' for you

I'm not goin' out to lunch

You ain't in the lunch, you move

I'm rich, I can't get the TV

Fuck, I look like a person

Bruh, shut the fuck up