T FRE$h - B-Man

Girl I want your love but you got me fucking racing

Pacing 'cross your nation all of because some lame shit

I need to change it, blow on some fucking faces

Steady chasin' bacon and Jason from entertainment

I got some viles to dish

It ain’t hard to give but it’s hard to live

I was in the dark, got a spark that’s lit

Used to love books, now a problem kid

You hangin' with this shirt smokin' islands, man

I’m hangin' with the goonz we be gettin' spins

I ain’t saying sorry tryna make a mans

I hang with my girl tryna get some skin

Put my heart on a pin then I give right to you

Threw that shit on the ground, then I stood on it with my shoe

I’ve been thinking about at the moon

Used some motherfuckin' shrooms

Do you still want a wdin'

Yeah my fit look fresh I ain’t talking bout tidy

I know you’re still fucking with m

Would you still love if I was a meatball, no spaghetti

Keep it true we fresh and new (yeah yeah)

Yeah, we the goonz

No gorillas, we baboons

It’s B-Man Bitch

Shit, we’re to move these niggas

Say you got a final

Come on then lets do this

I know how to spend a night to fuck and let me open this

Smoke all on the and I say it is

Beating the pussy out like creed (animal abuse and shit)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean moonwalking on the bit

Enough of me now I’m chillin' with medusa’s bitch

New guard, New world

Yo her ass is dummy thicc

Smoking on the purple shit

You can call me Barney

Told her ass I’m in the army

Told her ass I’m in the army

Yeah yeah

Told her ass I’m in the army

That man the army