Lyrics:
Monke 'bouta get funky
Monke 'bouta get funky
Monke 'bouta get funky
Monke 'bouta get funky
Funky
I 'been asking Santa
For some fresh bananas (nanas)
ate it up
They say don't step on my shoes I'll make em scuff
They say I cannot breath yeah I make em huff
I'm bouta glide (I'm bouta glide)
I'm bouta
Yeah!
Bout'a get lit, Bout'a get lit, Bout'a get lit
Going stupid with it Bout'a get lit
We Go Dumb in this bitch
Bout'a get lit, Bout'a get lit,
that life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all
DJ EscoMoe City
Super Future, fire marshall, astronaut
Gang with me, LBG
I got that thing in the car, I'm 'bouta bring it out
Fuck what you
W-W-W-W-Waddup 99, where'd you get this drip
Fly 'em out, bout'a send 'em out
Bout'a fly 'em out, bout'a send 'em out
Fly 'em out, bout'a send 'em
the coupe yeah
Hop out the coupe yeah
We bouta' shoot
We bouta' shoot
We bouta' shoot yeah
We bouta' shoot
Hop out the coupe yeah
Hop out the coupe yeah
Hop
You say you, you bouta, you finna, you gonna
You say you, you bouta, you finna, you gonna
You say you, you bouta, you finna, you gonna
But you never
Bouta take a Last Ride, and I'm 'bouta ride 'til the sails fall off
Bouta take a Last Ride, on the open waters where the sharks are
Bouta take a Last
Bouta take a Last Ride, and I'm 'bouta ride 'til the sails fall off
Bouta take a Last Ride, on the open waters where the sharks are
Bouta take a Last
it ain’t a bouta bag
Ain’t a bouta bag
(If it ain’t a bouta bag
Ain’t a bouta bag)
If it aint about the cash
Tell me why you mad
I jus sit back
Aye but here I go on the radio
But you hear me in person and I hop up in TV
Tears of Vice
Damn HoldUp
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
I'm bouta hit it and move(Yeah)
I'm bouta hit it and move(Yes)
I'm bouta hit it and move
Yeah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
(Fuck up a hunnid on these
I can’t feel my face
Kiid Perky
Watch it, Now
Run on up and my niggas bouta shoot
Run on up and my niggas bouta shoot
(Yeah)
Run on up and my niggas
We on you, yeah
Yeah Yeah, I'm bouta rob me a rich nigga
Yeah yeah
I'm bouta rob me a rich nigga
Take everything that they owing us
Time to take back
that you need to know
I'm bouta roll up another 1
I'm bouta pour up another 1
I'm bouta roll up another 1
I'm bouta pour up another 1
I'm bouta roll up
Yuh, yuh yea
Ooh ooh yea yea
Yea yea, I'm bouta'
Yea yea, uh
I did not know I was trippin' for minutes
But I'm bout to ball and go get it
I did not
fast
I'm bout to spaz
I'm bouta, I'm bouta spaz
I'm bouta, I'm bouta spaz b
I'm bouta spaz
I'm bout to spaz
I'm bouta, I'm bouta spaz
I'm bouta, I'm
Yeah
Blasongz
Babygirl
Babygirl
What it do
What it do
It's just me and you
It's just me and you
Off in this room
Off in this room
And we bouta
Cause we're bouta live it all
Cause we're bouta live it all
Cause we're bouta live it all
Cause we're bouta live it all
Cause we're bouta live it all
We're bouta fuck
You bouta feel my pickle
Everywhere you look my pickle
You're gherkin' on it, my pickle
You love my pickle
We're bouta fuck
You
Psych out
I'm bouta throw up
I am bouta psych out
I'm bouta throw up
I'm gonna psych out (Psych out)
I'm bouta throw up (throw up)
Psych out (Psych
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
We bouta do some work
We bouta do some work
We bouta do some work
They ain't ready
We bouta do some work
We
that booty shake
Got that shape, take precaution
Bouta hit them cakes
Let her lick off the frostin’
Bouta hit the bank
with this stack, feelin’ awesome
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