Lyrics:
on bunk status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press
Pc, get the fruit loops
Keep tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with
PUNKIN FLUNKIES,
Killa we KRUNK N FUNKY,
Uhh... PUMPING CHUNKY,
Uhh... BOOTY BITCHES IN THE BUNK WITH A DONKEY EH!
Crazy, I might be way in my psyche
Lazer!
If my mother ever see she'd be dead
They know me baby with ya, off every little led
We got outer doors, sleeping after bed
My polar bear style,
in a cage
My trifling ways have got me nodding off in a daze
So call me insane, it's almost like I'm caught in a maze
I cop the bombest product,
Shetty
Neche se jaise koi patallok
Peche se kachve pe khargosh
Aage se lyrical shabdhkosh
Upar se jalte yeh sab log
System ye sterio type off
Baje jo
wanna get next to me, take sauce and run it off
Deadeye precision, I rarely be missing
A hack, they tryna log me off
Walk in that bih with that
get set, full throttle lift off
Me, I’m going offMe, I’m going offReady, get set, full throttle lift off
Me, I’m going offMe, I’m going offReady, get
can't do shit for me
Laid on that bunk, we felt like days we just waiting to be free
Smack off in front of the opps crib, he fast on his feet
Trying
[Keith's rhyme]
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got
What else my doors kick off the hedges
Somebody just fill they Christmas list
Off me and the family
And damn I just miss them
Felt like I've been
blowing bunk and bummer sticks
Muffed the milli and mind your manners, miss
Blood I get to blasting that blamer bitch
Action always accompanies
around the wild Cape Horn
Well, it's four hours on and
It's four hours off
And you sleep in your wet clothes
The only dry thing on the ship
Is the cargo
the split came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
Mother, pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I'm headed to Oakland like
Uh, yea
Uh uh uh
Alright, well alright
I say I do it for the love
Bunk bed flow
Always one level above
If I'm in your starting five
You'll
[Keith's rhyme]
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
PUNKIN FLUNKIES,
Killa we KRUNK N FUNKY,
Uhh... PUMPING CHUNKY,
Uhh... BOOTY BITCHES IN THE BUNK WITH A DONKEY EH!
Crazy, I might be way in my psyche
twisted your arm
I'd be afraid that it would lead to passion
And if we got too drunk
We might fall out of the bunk
And then I'd be afraid
We would have
folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed,
a switchblade knife
Lord I didn't know that Fraulein was his wife
I took off through that Gasthaus like a fool behind me I heard the crashing stools
(As
That's a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back
Came in and go out alone, black
Stay in
That's a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back
Came in and go out alone, black
Stay in
[Chorus]
It's that weed, reefa, marijuana, herb down here we call it that wood
off in tha south YEANHEARD (repeat yeanheard 9 times)
[Big Pimp]
Now
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