Lyrics Bryan Baliga Spelled Wrong - Luscious Duncan

Fuck every single fuckin god damn bitch motha
Fuck a new single imma play my old shit imma
Take a ho dick down on the center ice if you
Messin with the ticket you gon pay the whole price hold a

Finger in your eyeball til you go blind
Bitch you need a Tylenol when you meet Brian
Hate a dumb bitch, that's my mothafuckin problem
When I bang a dumb bitch I don't bring a fuckin' condom

I drop a Xanny and a Oxy and I lean with it
White in the packet and I'm poppin' on a bean with it
Care package got the whole mothafuckin team lit, a
Pair of Backwoods? Actin' like you never seen Swishers

Sarah got the face but she never got the wiener
Swear she wanna hang but I'll never fuckin' meet her
Both sell weed but I sell mine cheaper
Imma fuck ya whole team, bitch, it's brian baliga bitch, like

Shut up. "Who's that?" Man it's
Brian Baliga. Brian Baliga. Man ya
Tryna put ya feet up? Hell naw, man, it's
Brian Baliga. Brian Baliga. Ladies
Clawin' at my jeans, why they tryna touch my penis
"Whose penis?" Brian Baliga's. Watch a
Movie every scene there's one dude I keep seeing and I
Thought that it was me but it was Brian Baliga

Watchin World Wrestling it was Chyna vs John Cena
Watch a girl text me her vagina with her mom's beeper
Papa John's sausage, hella hot sauce on John's fingers
Wash it down, flossin' on god with a Cod liter

Sippin codeine in the sauna we just
Boppin' with some boppers, when it's hot we need vagina, yeah I'm
Saucin' on the coppers, bitch I'm drivin' like my grandma had a
Thousand fuckin bars and I can't find my fuckin' handle

Presents please. Grab em. Why do I look like I'm Santa
Luscious Duncan smokin' phantom. I'll put ya girl ass on a mantle
Rental car with ya mamma, I'm puttin' my dick in her Fanta
Wanta wanta? Yeah I'm gonna smash bro like I'm playin Captain Falcon