Lyrics:
the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When
night sky and
Nah I ain't from Puna
But don't push me
This life is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
This that Puna Boy Anthem
This the Puna
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work
You nasty boy, you nasty
You
with the boy
I ain't cohesive
I remember getting jumped by them boys
I was heated
Now a days I can just call up my boy
He the meanest
My nigga gone come
to me
Stomp him out in the concrete if he try to cross me
He gon' come and say sorry
Knock is teeth like Crosby
Ah
Fuck you bitch (Pussy boy)
I don't
I be screeching in the streets, while you saved by the bell
I don't even need to speak, look at me and you can tell
Putting holes in your words, like
attention
Because a nigga like me Imma spit the game to you
Don't you niggas know boy this shit will get brutal
Motherfucking fatality
Hoes see me they say
I got hands like Barber
Trust me boy you don’t want no problems
I got hands like Pavel
You should see the way they stick handle okay
I got hands like
and Como"
Everytime I sing i'm compared with Bing
By Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Bing's four boys are sublime
But they won't give me time
Dick Haymes,
Paint the picture perfect, next Bob Ross, and I tell no cap
Some might call me whack, but they don't listen, how they know that?
But their girl in my DM's
My nigga HitEmUpTy had told me that shit was trash
And Yung Tae wouldn't stop that dissing now I'm on your ass
Boy you a fat bitch
And you don't trap
forget
Caza Cruz, you could bet a Nusr-et
Don't make me call a young gunner in the back of a PED
Slappin' a lead, civilians grabbin' your friends
a little boy and his three cebus ... the
Little boy who had a sick cebu, a sad cebu and a mute cebu. And also a
Hippo.
Um ... um ... this is a picture of me
the splatter
Where ya bars at? you can't even call yourself a rapper
OH LORD
Don't quit ya day job gay bob
Cavity, actually can't pop
Challenger, bad way to take
know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me
To want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian
And I
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me
To want to tag along
Cause I was raised a Christian
And I knew right
who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like
twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong
I filled with the lock
Don't get left in red socks
Cause your bitch call me big papi
I said put a sock in
And I don't play for the socks
Especially
That Mervyn
Them hoes they dont know me
I might holla at Pokey
Or go and get that 40
Them boys be steady doin it
Knockin off the unit
Hit that big bay
We
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
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