Hey yo, Pooh Man get lyrics together For this song, man Ant man, I gotta fire up dank first I fuckin with nothing till I hit the dank Man, you stupid
Hey kid man, bring me the man, fuck that Fuck what he about, I fresh to hit the dank Shit, man fuck it, I ain't fuckin that shit
All my partners out there what time it is Fire up that dank, you know I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, shit hella stanks, man
Man, be stupid motherfuckers, man Yah, it stanks but it's partna Fuck shit, hey, lets do this Ant Fuck, what you talkin about, do this Alright fuck it, do it, hey, what am I
Drop the top, hit the slammin, man, fuck the cops The stayin, sittin on gold kicks Pull to the side and get a fresh bitch
A young tender, dressed in A fat booty and big ass breasts Her name is Tina, my Pooh Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I you knew
Straight to the tail, hard as a rock I'm fiendin for her, I got that cock Mine dog dank, Im high as Time to easyated and get sucked
was a young ass freak Start on my balls and my knees got weak Nutted in the throat, she get with it Took it out her and slapped herself with it
It ain't the best Ive had but baby, youre good I can't wait to tell the in the hood It's time to take her home, her pussy But you can't smell it when fuckin wit dank
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce) Hey Pooh, it
Hopped in the shell, hit the I got the monkeys and Im fiendin for Thought a bitch I had around the way her on the phone, "Is it cool today?"
Bitch started mumblin, finally said Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby" Click, hung up on the about Pinkey, this ho from last week
Seems like Im calling girls from all across the All you girls can be on the Fire up so mo' dank, some mo' Man, I gotta me a freaky ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who suck dick I need head and I mean hella quick Yeah, I got it This named Monesha is a potent shit
But I got, I need gas in my tank a car need petrol, Pooh need dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce) Pooh, again, boy
Fool, hop, some snort crack Fire up the and straight kick back With a or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin, man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn Fire up the dank for MC To the from the park, Joe Ray and Budd Indo's the shit, man, where's the
Seminary, dat and Choke it or smoke it, man, it no thang and Walnut, where's the dank? I'm gonna smoke this shit until my breath stanks
Hub, Glen, and Beave I talking, man, unless you got weed Ron, Boo, my homeboy Old partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my But the day shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Hey yo Pooh, pass the dank, the gin and the So I can get loose and Some gansta shit and Ant Banks'll get up And your shit sound legit
So, get with hit that youre listening to I made it, bitch, and it's you Into the mood, you wanna my dick You it bitch and get wit it
Wet dem and you better be great my dick like a mothafuckin waitress And that's word to the From a brotha a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has been made by bad ass Banks MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin straight
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce) ...