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Are you guys with the Lunch Crew Company
Yeah
If you not with the Lunch Crew Company, who the fuck is you with, dawg Like
HerbMadeThisBeat
Look

Chorus
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

Verse 1
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

Chorus
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

Verse 2
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

Chorus
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

Outro
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