Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Dank

Hey yo, Man get your lyrics together
For next song, man
Ant man, I gotta fire up this first
I ain't fuckin with nothing I hit the dank
Man, you stupid

Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck
Fuck what he talkin about, I to hit the dank
Shit, man fuck it, I ain't 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, shit hella stanks, man

Man, y'all be motherfuckers, man
Yah, it stanks but cool partna
that shit, hey, lets do this Ant
Fuck, what you talkin about, do this
Alright it, do it, hey, what am I doin?

the top, hit the block
Beat slammin, man, fuck the
The drops stayin, sittin on kicks
Pull to the side and get a fresh bitch

A tender, dressed in Guess
A fat booty and big ass breasts
Her name is Tina, my names
Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I you knew

to the tail, dick hard as a rock
I'm fiendin for her, I got have cock
Mine dog dank, Im as fuck
Time to easyated and straight get

Tina was a young ass
suckin on my balls and my knees got weak
Nutted in the throat, she get with it
Took it out her mouth and herself with it

It ain't the Ive ever had but baby, youre good
I wait to tell the boys in the hood
It's time to take her home, her stanks
But you can't smell it when youre fuckin wit

Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit
(Yah baby, I ya)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit
(Seven Deuce)
Hey Pooh, it

in the shell, hit the spot
I got the and Im fiendin for cock
Thought about a I had around the way
Grabbed her on the phone, "Is it today?"

Bitch started mumblin, said maybe
Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby"
Click, hung up on the
Thought about Pinkey, this ho from week

Seems like Im girls from all across the nation
All you girls can be on the
up so mo' dank, look some mo'
Man, I find me a freaky ass ho

I'm tired of a who won't suck dick
I need some head and I mean hella
Yeah, I got it
This bitch Monesha is a potent shit

But befo' I got, I need gas in my
Like a car need petrol, Pooh dank

wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank
(Yah baby, I ya)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank
(Seven Deuce)
Pooh, again, boy

Fool, hop, some snort crack
Fire up the indo and kick back
With a bitch or the fellas
Oh what a feelin, yeah man, I ya

George, Jon Jon, the damn crew
Fire up the for MC Pooh
To the partners the park, Joe Ray and Budd
the shit, man, where's the bud?

Seminary, dat and
it or smoke it, man, it ain't no thang
98th and Walnut, the dank?
I'm gonna this shit until my damn breath stanks

Hub, Glen, and Beave
I talking, man, unless you got weed
Ron, Boo, my homeboy
Old school from juvenile hall

I got the gin and juice, and gas in my
But the day ain't shit without an ace of

Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit
(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 yo Pooh, the dank, the gin and the juice
So I can get and produce
Some shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up
And make shit sound legit

So, get with this hit youre listening to
I made it, bitch, and it's you
Into the mood, you wanna suck my
You it bitch and get wit it

Wet dem lips and you be great
Serve my dick a mothafuckin waitress
And that's to the motha
a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha

It has been 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, 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, wit dank, fuckin wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank
(Seven Deuce)

Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank
(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)
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