Lyrics:
junky
You're a flunky, bunky donkey
You're a picture of the devil's daughter
I'm a pitcher of holy water
Oh, pretty prince of parties
Where's the party
up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps asking me why I rap with a honky
But granny, I'm a flunky, I
I'm a stoned lone flunky that didn't kiss your
Ask me questions, I didn't pass your test
I'm the poster boy for delinquent debauchery
I'm
that I've got flunkies here in tow
To clean up all the messes that I've made
I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff
And it's hard
Feeling so important
A flunky by his side
But there in the door
Stood his friend with two more
He captured their attention
Drawing pictures in
smoked with dykes, hardheads and Uncle Toms
Lawyers, beat-makers, junkies and flunkies
Niggas that look like monkeys, smoking on skunky
Sticky in
better company
Ass like a donkey, acting funky, gave her "L" now she's a flunky
So my love for her died quicker than a batch of Sea Monkeys
Early bird
sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side
Weakened vessel or better half?
That
a flunky
Best to get him off your back right now
Strange days
It doesn't matter about the facts
When you're outside looking in
And they're papering
see past the city lights (Memphis)
Lame niggas get a plug and put the police in they sight (yeah)
Jeopardizing everybody life (flunky)
Runnin' your
the Tec trigga
And give a fuck about his kid, 'cause he didn't give a fuck about mine
When I was servin' my bid
I knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed
Bronx desperados shake ya up, make you a flunky
Put ya Jones in the back of you ya hip-hop monkey
[Regina Hall]
Can you explain the incident in
the cards
How you leave to become a nigga flunky when you was in charge?
Now you cooling off on the bench with no chance to start
Now you Chris Paul, you
from you then have my peoples rob you
Flunky , all the stations gon pump me
Street shit I show another face like humpty
Niggas , that's my word is bon
We
student
You cant see me, you’re average
I’ve been savage
Call me a monkey
I been schooling flunkies
Y’all practice
I been working for free long enough
Homie
guest
Pour a lullaby cut with absinthe
The more you gain, the less you win
Is he a snark hunt flunky
Is he a standby junkie
Is it a Rosetta stone
Is it
flunky me
Lyricism si bohot zaruri!! up front!
Kha jana main lokanu jo jitthe bhi pan gundh !
Kabi na kabhi kahi ta hona sadda confront-ation
Tab me
just don’t speak
And til one of us dead ain’t no such thing as old beef
If you ain’t careful loved ones will treat you like a flunky
You ain’t gotta like
to 5 so a nigga pay tax
Drop the 501 now I'm throwing on my kacks
No flunkies or lackeys on my team
Fuck the cream I rock self esteem
Coming to America
to come around just because of bands now
Fake love got me trim, dam im about to spazz out
Ain't no dummy, Ain't no flunky you can't make me crash out
Now I
some druggies
All my niggas I swear they some junkies
And we dropped outta school we some flunkies
I remember back when I had bunkies
Now I be fucking
the goat you a flunky, I'm the goat you a junky
Dirty booty ass hoe you too old to be funky
Run my city like the mayor, I keep it player, everything I do is
rather chase this money like there's nothing left
Chasing after money, call it track practice
Intercepting plays, using flunkies as my crash bandits
Left
the soft
65 for the G
Rock em to sleep
Niggah need permission to eat
I’m VIP on these Streets
Without a beat from zeek
Flunky ass niggah
Dice game
Silent
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