Lyrics:
her Then you move real close using all your charm And then your girl says "Baby guess that" (I smell your underarms) That odor,it's ringin' out loud
On foe'nem grave I be smoking dope on all these lonely days Kushie Karl Malone I'm balling on replay Aye Stupid Stupid Underarm kush so you know it
stink like a rose Big booty funk toe jam funk underarm funk Like you headlockin' a skunk Reakin' like disease, athletes feet The stench didn't come
I'm Jackie I ain't held back all the truth you didn't ask me ya dig Yea these niggas some kids Pitching lead right at they underarm Spray like axe right
The sweat flows and careens My classmates all joked That my t shirt was soaked With underarm sweat no shirt screens And how you look is crucial Because each
(Chorus) Wake up, Brush teeth, hit underarms, add cologne! Captain crunch, dark shades, still got my durag on! Pockets tight, Jobs sucks, use all my
streets, them streets don't love nobody They told me that shit early when niggas killed my daddy AR by my underarm, done caught me one, shawty They
one (DayUno) Oohh Yea yea yea yea 101 101 And I got this drip from god himself He made me 1 of 1 Never met my dad But I served dad with a underarm Cup
trick you up out yo thong Girl you so freaky you made a song VVS bracelet came with a charm I'm smoking gas smell like underarms Say you don't mind
won't come back Melted plastics Candy hats Medicine in a bag Foreign skies Red alarms Underarms Everywhere I don't know Everyone You know? Foreign
Wrinkles And Underarm Hair, Baggie Eyes, Smelly Feet, Bowlegs And Sags, Gray Hair And Flat Feet, And Hip Saddle Bags. Why, Just Think Of It? OH!
underarm Yeah, Undercover jeans (yeah, yeah) I already fucked your ho, let me come clean (Damn, I already fucked your ho) I get reloaded when I'm off that
at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm "Far as girls, you got a flock" "I
at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls, you got a flock I can
as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on My weed louder than underarms and car alarms Cheers, I said,
the land of the AKs And the minivans where the fan never on Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket In other words, we get it
stalking niggas on their IG's Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo No wire, on fire My desire for fine things made me a liar A shooter, getting
underarm Turn you suckers into bubblegum Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr Yeah, try to take my swag, nigga,
borrow money, now I'm owin' like Jesse Same clothes, underarms smell zesty (You made a monster out of me) But now I got a whole new steez, polo tees
to the wife Sayin' ya husband is gone Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb And beat the track up like a hundred arms Im funky like underarms
he comes to hate her 'cause she don't shave her underarms And he can't go for that 'cause he's a young sophisticator Baby baby why you cryin' It made
that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (As I kiss the sky) Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms Represent Jersey, the land of firearms Hotwired
underarm odor You need to get a grip and Think about the shit you're doin' Or it won't be too long Before your reputation's ruined Look at you now - you're
aggressive agitator And by and by he comes to hate her Cause she don't shave her underarms And he can't go for that Cause he's a young sophisticator Baby baby
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