Hey yo, Pooh Man get lyrics together For next song, man Ant man, I gotta fire up this first I ain't with nothing till I hit the dank Man, you motherfucker
Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, that Fuck he talkin about, I fresh to hit the dank Shit, man it, I ain't fuckin with that shit
All my out there know what time it is Fire up that dank, you what I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, that hella stanks, man
Man, be stupid motherfuckers, man Yah, it but it's cool partna Fuck that shit, hey, lets do Ant Fuck, what you talkin about, do this fuck it, do it, hey, what am I doin?
Drop the top, hit the Beat slammin, man, the cops The drops stayin, on gold kicks Pull to the side and get with a bitch
A young tender, dressed in A fat and some big ass breasts Her name is Tina, my names Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you
Straight to the tail, dick as a rock I'm fiendin for her, I got have that dog dank, Im high as fuck Time to easyated and straight get
was a young ass freak Start suckin on my balls and my got weak in the throat, she couldn't get with it Took it out her mouth and slapped with it
It the best Ive ever had but baby, youre good I can't to tell the boys in the hood time to take her home, her pussy stanks But you can't it when youre fuckin wit dank
wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce) Hey Pooh, it
in the shell, hit the spot I got the monkeys and Im fiendin for Thought about a I had around the way Grabbed her on the phone, "Is it today?"
Bitch started mumblin, finally said Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby" Click, up on the freak Thought about Pinkey, this ho from week
Seems like Im calling girls from all the nation All you girls can be on the Fire up so mo' dank, look mo' Man, I find me a freaky ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who won't dick I need some head and I mean hella Yeah, I got it bitch named Monesha is a potent shit
But befo' I got, I need gas in my Like a car need petrol, need dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (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) Pooh, again, boy
Fool, snort hop, snort crack Fire up the and straight kick back a bitch or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin, man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn up the dank for MC Pooh To the partners from the park, Joe Ray and Indo's the shit, man, the bud?
Seminary, dat and Choke it or it, man, it ain't 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 school partnas from hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my But the day shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Hey yo Pooh, pass the dank, the gin and the So I can get loose and gansta shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up And make shit sound legit
So, get this hit that youre listening to I made it, bitch, and it's you Into the mood, you wanna my dick You know it and get wit it
Wet dem and you better be great Serve my dick a mothafuckin waitress And word to the motha From a with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has made by bad ass Anthony Banks MC Pooh and the and big Bruce comin through straight
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, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Seven Deuce)
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, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce)
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, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce) ...