Lyrics:
Toks (ayy)
But I gotta wash shitty drawers and your dirty socks (they stank)
I miss sleepin' and fuckin' anywhere I want (I do)
Now I'm breast feedin'
Stank my shit airborn hand wave the spank motion
Yall shit sound the same often
My spit over flow the walls creame pie
Like a bagel twistin bae mouth it
on Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off(??) trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from
banging
Hey, what's that stank?
You put a fish in our basket!
Oh yeah!
I forgot I did that
You owe me an apology
Just hold your breath and see
When
like she got shot by a cannon
I used to smoke weed and play Madden, now I'm makin' these ill rhymes happen
I think I found my passion, now it's time
know it's me
Cuz When I pull up
It be case closed
Fuck a top 3
I be shittin with the stank hoes
If you owe me bread
Nigga give it up
I can't fuck on you
powin up that stank
Im sippin on that dank
I be laughing all up in the bank
Making plays errayday
The cycle of flippin got me living on the edge
Paranoid
My boy J-Zone (Hog) been independent pimpin'
Backstage backslappin bitches
So this dirty stank groupie ain't on the crew list (What?)
Alien vs.
wit' her
5 nights out the week stay wit' her
Listen baby girl I used to say to her
Why you acting stank
Do more smokin & less talkin' bitch
Won't u pass
Splish splash
Double bubble bath
Riff raff
Double C's on the dash
Big bands
Got the P's and the cash
New dance
Baby, lead me by the hand
the reaction
Don't co-sign simping, no salutes for the captain
Recognize game, you lames get marked absent
Base-heads neutralized by this acid
Flabbergasted,
on cruise (cruise)
The scope's on you
Damn right cocksucka the joke's on you
I'm laughin' all the way to the bank
Plus I'm blasting all the way 'til it stank
it.
My joints stank up the streets they call me Max Mcfly
So damn your crystal ball
I've got a license to drive so suck your ass and jam that pistol
and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Oh, pleased to meet you
Iceberg with my ice jems
ITN was the news back then
Just In Case still played on loop
My Evisu jeans probably stank of Joop
Kickers on my feet, Kangol
by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
tell
Yeah it feels all good in the hood, I know it ain't
Should be smellin' all good, but, I know it stank
Tell the homie hold the shape while I blow
guns
Residence medieval so watch my umbrella, uh
Bright like canella with statements like Mandela, uh
Stank-face still stainless, it's whatever bruh
remember that summer in Dublin, and the liffey as it stank like hell,
And the young people walking on Grafton street, and everyone looking so well,
I was
just stank
Make me go crazy
Fucking back , kicking it
Like I'm fucking lazy
I like that sticky green
Lighten up my Christmas tree
So fuckin fly
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
comin' and reveal you
It's the Reaper on your hood, I don't feel you
I see through you, kinda like stanks said
See me playin' dead leave that ass brain
you got mad tricks ridin' ya pony
But when ya slip, the same stank bitch is want to journey
Ya baby motha', probably fuckin' brotha' if he trickin'
why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
Don't be deceived by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
Chorus
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