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life's a gift, with a beautiful crown We're just human— Sometimes we get drunk We're human—Sometimes we get skunked So human—just try to get by We're
7 lines in and I’m still pouring up 7 hours past and I can’t wake up 2 blunts down n’ the coup still skunked One less fuck when the sun come up Say
in a million is as good as you got Don't Play that lottery, baby You're gonna get skunked You're gonna get skunked, my lady You're gonna get skunked
Shit, when we see him we gone stretch em With the big ass pump Leave a nigga skunked Bad bitch, plumped Built like Teanna Trump Built like Teanna Trump
Yo, are fucking dumb like!? Are you fucking stupid my bro, are you skunked like!? Are you thick in there nah are you dumb are bugging like!? Bass hit
Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Listen up, violent gang, for the violent procedures Enoughs, enough Lost too many, my mind is skunked
a trunk check Lotta bitches on my line but I just want neck Bank all zeros like I skunked it All I got is bubblegum and plump dick You can hold my balls
watching Ain't no telling what I'm coppin I got booku niggas jockin Me & my lil bros we be boxing Check the score Skunked em bad 21-0 My starters on go She
wires, gettin Hilary bucks In a suite Zack and Cody, I'm literally drunk I ran up the score they got literally skunked The cameras on me think its
Step in the function eyes on us The mandem drip to much How you gonna pull up to a party no invite You must be skunked Leng lighties in the party
boozed, overdosed Now you're skunked Yeah, when the party's on fire Not a thing na-eju gi anya You go shack marijuana Spirit & Savannah Till cognition
I'm like, Damn, cuz your ass get skunked Blow the glock just like a trumpet yeah, I guess you out of luck That bitch said she don't fuck with me Damn, I
careless hits Of that kill, that skunked up pack Teacher might smell the skunked up bag Yo blunts is trash, lil bunk in that Won't get caught dead huffin'
Harvard was skunked on beer Playin' backyard bombardier Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard They sent some dude with a calling card He said, do what
Harvard was skunked on beer Playin' backyard bombardier Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard They sent some dude with a calling card He said, do what
"If I get a six-pack, you will let me hit that, huh?" Then I got pardoned by Trump, they tried to stay I skunked Instead of congratulatin', they
smokin' good Niggas know about what young Khalifa into Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him Get you skunked out, you know I'm street official When
she can still go To the dance floor to the back of our co' Hey, don't talk no junk Ya might get skunked with a mother gun, huh If ya want to fight
of the formula 44 with the formula 50 skunked off (I'm crunk cuz I got me) one off (I cant hear like I cut the) chrome off (I'm feelin like I got my) drunk on (and
And I got the beat for ya Bumpin' in your trunk like a hump of funk punk You want to jump but your jump got skunked Pick 'em up ref, eight count his
can still go To the dance flo' to the back of our co' Hey, don't talk no junk Ya might get skunked with a mother gun, huh If ya wanna fight Big Momma
the tail on Demi Moore Ring around the donkey core You got skunked Fast jump Everybody clamor Come together Fast jump Everybody going Don`t you
and Skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up 'Cause you're trapped
beaten But a artist get mugged, shot up and skunked [Verse 2:] You should get a box of glocks U might need it But west automatics that jam U don't Streets
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