Lyrics:
not sleepin' that a long ass blink money
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
Nothin' y'all spittin' is interesting
Y'all not Black
on the underground king
Who's also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon
Or lion in the desert, I'm flying on Pegasus, you
Chance? The rapper?
Ashin Ls in a hotel sink
Management swears that the hotel stink
Whole time I'm yellin hold up a minute while the doorbell rings
When
push to starts, ay
Weed stink like a fart, ay
Red dot got a mark, ay
Let it fly we in the car, ay
Fake tough he ain't hard
Ay, I was way smarter
We like to barbeque we don't wear pink
We're extremely masculine
We're the Boyz in the Sink
When you don't wear socks
Your feet will stink!
We
some micro-braids
How you want it, it's on the stove now
When you want it, it's one the road now
Glade plugins, whole house stink
Feds run up in
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me "lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I puttin' down it greatest, baby, hold
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me, "Lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I put it down the greatest, baby, hold
play
If you're gonna go then you might as well stay
Fix me drink and show me some pink
I don't like it too clean, yeah, let it stink
Sittin'
a quicky, a lil chicky chicky, I
aint being picky though.
So ya might be a little bit fat, ya might even stink a bit I don't mind that.
Even if ya don't fuck
a fuckin sex killer
Nigga you got a story to tell, tell it, yell it
I rose wit the funkadelic
We don't believe shit stinks til we smell it
Let you tell
supposed to do?
I attack motherfuckers who stink
It's not cool. Kids, don't try this at home
It's nothin' to play with
Enjoy your young life
Don't fuck
you smile
Or how 'bout the bailiff who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink
Or candidate number four the zombified whore who types
booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spittin the wicked
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Hah, sicka than your average
Poppa twist cabbage off instinct niggas don't think shit stink, pink gators, my Detroit players
describe you
Are as follows, and I quote
"Stink, stank, stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's a dead
don't stink
I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
I'm shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next
I watch you shake it, like palm trees in
the atmosphere
They say love stinks, sex smells
Wanna suck that eye-candy, the way you double excell
You, all in my bubble and troubled the way you fell
We
to say I hate shit
I hate that bracelet
Well take that bracelet
Take that fake shit
Take that stink shit,(violence)
And I hate shit collectors
sayin yo what the heck, I am single
It's no reason why I shouldn't try to mingle
So I met this girl by the name of maxine
Her breath didn't stink she used
his liquor, the other lost his hand
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin' just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots
of mice and men
lands a man a chance of one to ten
But the man ain't enough to legally drink
and guess what punk - your shit still stink!
Now you perp
where I come from
You gotta be tough
Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough
Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
Shit stink
makes him a - crack - baby
Whadda ya think?
The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink
Slow down, you're movin too fast
The 56th said he
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