Bfb Da Packman - Weekend At Solomon’s lyrics

[Intro] His name's Pablo [Verse] Since birth I was a problem, daddy should've worn a condom I was just fu*ked up rockin' Fila like they Prada's Now these b*tches on my dick, I'm droppin' fire with Casada On my way to the doctor 'cause it's itchin' by my privates Oh lord, everybody calm down, it's just a hair bump They killed Jeffery Epstein 'cause he told and that scared Trump I'm three pumps in, oh lord, oh I'm 'bout to bust Fat ni**a, but my b*tch bad, ni**a, Sherman Klump Oh God, is you miss perty? My b*tch a pharm tech at CVS, she got the scripts twerking We got a code name for the bricks, did you get Urkle? Bougie ni**a, just to beat my meat, b*tch, I get gherkins Humble ni**a, dawg, this famе can't even change mе On the low, I wanna fu*k Erica [?] Man, I had a fat mama, dawg, I dare you ni**as blame me Man, I offered him a donut, but he gay, he want a danish If that's what you like, dawg, I'm no h*mophobic My dick ain't that long, b*tch, so why you chokin'? All she do is cap, I swear to God she a cap-a-holic Only white people take a sh*t and don't wipe the toilet Too fat, I left the seat back, give me head now The police right next to us, keep your head down "Boom, boom," I'm fat so when I'm fu*king that's how the bed sound Spending all these dead ni**as money, ni**a, Clermont fu*k around in the [?], just me and face Already know the feds hip, just bring your case They ain't gonna come and get me? Oh fu*k, ni**a, bring the Wraith Had a dream that I was skinny, woke up, couldn't see my waist Oh my God, look, I'm not a fu*kin' racist Dropped a pint and caught it with my foot, it ain't touch the pavement I chop crack with my pinky toe, don't need the fu*kin' razer Touch more boy than Mike Jack, I'm not a fu*kin' rapist Woo, oh my God, I'm talkin' super loose Hump the b*tch face, when I was done she had a missing tooth Glizzy with the stendo on the bottom, b*tch, it's like a flu fu*k around and wipe a ni**as nose like he got the flu Plugged in with Jazz Prince, I got mob ties Got an Acre Home b*tch that'll fu*k me for some hot fries Love su*kin' on both titties, goo-goo ga-ga Told my girl that I'm seein' four other b*tches, bae, I'm co*keyed I'm just cheatin', I don't know about polygamy I gave my b*tch another STD, I know she sick of me Baby, I don't kiss and tell, b*tch, I'm solid like a brick in me I ain't sign unless I own my masters, ni**a, ain't no pimpin' me