Bread Puddin

Boutta put my bread in this puddin
Sounds gross
Oh well
Doing it anyways
Bread Puddin
With Phat Puddin
AY
Bread in puddin sounds disgusting
But when I taste I just start loving
You know it’s your bitch I’m fucking
When I’m done she just start sucking
I’m not starry, I stole you bitch
And I’m not sorry that she a snitch
She told me what happened, you’re a bitch
And Im gonna dump you in a ditch
I put Xanys in my Captain Crunch
When I eat that shit I munch
And maybe bring that shit to lunch
And when I eat it I feel the punch
Man I’m feeling burnt like a coil
Gotta go and put my bread in some motherfucking foil
With my pasta you know I go and boil
When I fuck your bitch, she be toil
Mile high, eating pudding
Your bitch aisle side
Pudding cup
Need no sex not down to fuck
Still take that succ
With Your bitch, yeah she knows what’s up
In the lambo, roof is up
With some puddin, yuh
Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, swirl
Pudding is my life but i’ll still eat your girl
Memorize this shit I don’t need no pen
She eat my cock «yuh» call her a hen
I can be anything call me Ben 10
Rubbing on her clit, no Hillary
She on your dick, thats history
You can’t stop comparing me to you
Look at the difference its sky blue
Man I look like im GQ, you sound like R2D2
Walking down the street like your see through
Got a strap-on on my ass
Fuck 2 bitches front and back
This is true I tell you facts
All these girls that I attract
I don’t need to bitch to fuck
Boutta make a brand new cuck
Man these guys be outta luck
Riding in my firetruck
Make a face just like a duck
When she in that bed I tuck
Scoring with a hockey puck
Man that bitch know how to suck
Throw up on my dick like yuck
Make me go like «what the fuck»