Lyrics:
impressed people And it's so annoying So we're punking around Punking around Playing it loud until we wake the scene up Yeah we're cranking em out Talk
and you see me with my gang And shit (Zay das my slatty) Punking it out with my crew Yeah, ha, yeah Come through big ballin, all the flyest shit But you
stick ain't punking out Can't go outside with no crew Tryna take some flicks when we pop out Them hoes won't know what to do Late night I'm thinking bout
the game, I'm dumping it She bending it over, I'm running it Breaking her back, put my thumb in it Then run up a sack while punking it Who do it like me? Who
brother, for dealing your goods You're going down fool, I promise you that I'll hit you twice, even for you can flinch, that's a fact Coz you are punking
fuck with that (Gotta get my loot) [Too $hort] You working every day and can't never gat ahead in life Stop punking out running cause you're scared
overalls. Blunted Thinking of ... Quit fronting Cause gangsta shit WC running Head hunting Steadily pumping. I come though punking Ya'll for ya'll
overalls. Blunted Thinking of ... Quit fronting Cause gangsta shit WC running Head hunting Steadily pumping. I come though punking Ya'll for ya'll
and pumping the lies So I'm punking you out Invest in all the young, funky minds of today Infesting all the young, funky minds with the FADES: Falsely
about the action The way that we punking These niggas thinking we were Ashton Pull out the 44 on a pussy nigga, the magnum Riding around the city,
it) This is Britney Spears when she was bald nigga Punking niggas way before there was Punk'd nigga (true) Smoking Ashton Kush, so I calm down,
ain't never seen Bitch, I dunk the three Ashton Kutcher, who's punking me? J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef? Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
'case y'all don't know When you argue with your bitch she stay punking you out She on the phone telling dude what you got in your house Put that bitch
thrills So don't pretend to be real Rappers are getting you killed Punking you out of a deal Suckered you out of the bill Then owe the real thing I'm
and that magazine cat and da back giving they ass some plastic fist see my papa told me punking 'em out won't do no damn good fucking with yo manhood you
society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal
bones and you would skunk us And you never had a problem punking us in front of company Wally just had a son, he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now Wally just
aquí no es Cardi Taquicardia al que yo ataque como Jackie Internacional, soy Shaki Fresca como maki Con más punking que el whacking. Dicen que están
contenders Punking all pretenders, mob shit I recommend it Jokes aside get the money Ain't no time for living bummy No time, No time Jokes aside get the money
the temples Bravo to the leisure Cyper punking up and jumping Poppin till my sights deceive ya Never on the come down I got it locked With lots to feel that
didn’t see the vision Double up triple up digits up Facts Round it up count it up frowning cause tax Uncle sam punking him jump him for cash Challenges
Seven-teen dreams died Punking became pride Wings with no sides Avenue r rides Soul from shoe survive Butterfly-butterfly love to float high
I got arrested, smash that glass, I was a total misfit, yeah 30 Years of, Punking Rocking, 30 years and we ain't stopping Gonna sink with, California,
baby daddy in the county they punking em Your baby mama ain't loyal we humping her Run up me I show you what that money do Cough up a hundred Roasta got
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