Lyrics:
masturbate,
You crush it like a rabid skunk
cnd nevermind the funk.
You're game of, "Who's the champ?"
Like watching kids at camp.
Macho this and macho that,
Everything has gotta come to an end
Whether what you want we're all with the motions
But as hard as I think the tragedy tends
To be how much I
speak nigga it’s in code
Been solid nigga ask about me they’ll vouch for me I ain never fold
Heart of gold never been a hoe you wan size me up I stand 10
Floating away always bringing that funk
She Got so much jello junk in the trunk
Elephant in the room, lovely lady lumps
I'm Her forrest Gump, she got
enigmatic
And contagious madness
Leading to excesses of sacrilegious
And erotic behavior
Well it's a new style, uh, wait a minute now
I might freak the funk
the funk, yo, scrub erase a chump
Every day an episode mostly ova chanky ho's
That's why I be often throwed, play the game how it go
All we do is bob
yeah you wish you had these (Wish you had 'em)
Can't be undermined, are you really mad g? (Are you mad?)
I don't want what I can't have (Can't have)
I
Momma gonna put you into your place
Momma say she gonna sit on your face
People call it backwards birth
Feels like you're swallowed by the earth
a couple friends who went into the corp
Now they lining up my hair it's way better then war
Went into a funk it's hard to manscape
She didn't want a second
wanna get their funk on
Theres a shit by here
Not the usual shit
You know the shit is in genuine
This is K-Show who spits
Lets get this party started
Let
in it like a champ
You want to feel the bass pump up the amp
Brothers bop their heads to the funk y'all
So many non-believers said I would fall
But now
it
By the smell on the skunk
It's the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply
and the 10
Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin
I'm goin' out like a soldier see and the M
45 on my lap 4 extra clips and
Lil' boy flue you don't
about charting
Just spreading funk around
By way of sound bartering
Trade a fist bump or a dap up
For a listen
Critique what’s missing
If it isn’t
A cynic
u dance 'til your toenails black
Type of funk can bring your meemaw back
Heard a colonizer say I'm broke, where the cast at
Mayflower pack, u want
the scene
Another fefe by Tru P's
Barbecue and a few drinks
But I don't so it's green tea
Watermelon vapes Ray Bans and palm trees
Gotta get it on my own one
want to push us into
Corners with our backs against (damn)
The wall the wall but fuck it let them go
We ain't moving on no body else's time
Making moves
It's all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player
'Cause he been gettin' high (all eyes on me)
want beef i feed it grass
Easy cats, I’ll be in the back counting sleazy cash
Feed me trash, I’ll shit gold
I had to slip though
I hit lows, had to dip,
no tears
You gotta fight for the shit that you want know you gotta keep going take risk and just jump
The way that I fell for you I'm in a funk and I'm
It's all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player
'Cause he been gettin' high (all eyes on me)
the flight
Paid to merk you and your mans with you take your knife
Check, trip, tend the kite
We gon' make it happen, put your ass together right
How you want
when you get money you do what you want
Light up the joint now you smelling that funk
Riding round keep the work in the trunk
If you need bag just hit up
no voice
I lose things want to gain
Never asked me how it feels to be a black man through the pain
I’m from Memphis where my wishes going unattended
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