Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics For next song, man Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank I ain't fuckin with nothing I hit the dank Man, you motherfucker
Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck Fuck he talkin about, I fresh to hit the dank Shit, man fuck it, I ain't fuckin with shit
All my partners out there know what it is Fire up that dank, you what I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, shit hella stanks, man
Man, be stupid motherfuckers, man Yah, it stanks but it's cool Fuck that shit, hey, do this Ant Fuck, what you talkin about, lets do Alright fuck it, do it, hey, what am I
the top, hit the block Beat slammin, man, fuck the The stayin, sittin on gold kicks to the side and get with a fresh bitch
A tender, dressed in Guess A fat and some big ass breasts Her name is Tina, my Pooh Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you
Straight to the tail, dick hard as a I'm fiendin for her, I got that cock Mine dog dank, Im high as Time to easyated and get sucked
Tina was a young ass suckin on my balls and my knees got weak Nutted in the throat, she get with it it out her mouth 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 stanks But you can't smell it youre fuckin wit 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) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Seven Deuce) Hey Pooh, it
Hopped in the shell, hit the I got the and Im fiendin for cock Thought about a bitch I had the way her on the phone, "Is it cool today?"
Bitch started mumblin, said maybe Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby" Click, up on the freak Thought about Pinkey, ho from last week
Seems like Im calling from all across 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 who won't suck dick I some head and I mean hella quick Yeah, I got it This bitch Monesha is a potent shit
But befo' I got, I gas in my tank Like a car need petrol, Pooh need
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, 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 a feelin, yeah man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn up the dank for MC Pooh To the partners the park, Joe Ray and Budd the shit, man, where's the bud?
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 damn stanks
Hub, Glen, Shawn and I ain't talking, man, 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 ain't shit an ace of 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) 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 Some gansta shit and Ant get fucked up And make your shit sound
So, get with hit that youre listening to I made it, bitch, and gettin you Into the mood, you wanna my dick You it bitch and get wit it
Wet dem and you better be great Serve my dick like a mothafuckin And that's word to the a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has been made by bad ass Banks MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce through straight
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) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (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) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Seven Deuce) ...