Hey yo, Pooh Man get your together For next song, man Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank I ain't fuckin nothing till I hit the dank Man, you motherfucker
Hey kid man, me the lighter man, fuck that Fuck what he talkin about, I to hit the dank Shit, man fuck it, I fuckin with that shit
All my partners out there what time it is Fire up dank, you know what I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, shit hella stanks, man
Man, be stupid motherfuckers, man Yah, it stanks but it's cool that shit, hey, lets do this Ant Fuck, what you about, lets do this fuck it, do it, hey, what am I doin?
Drop the top, hit the slammin, man, fuck the cops The drops stayin, sittin on gold to the side and get with a fresh bitch
A young tender, dressed in A fat booty and some big ass Her name is Tina, my names Yeah, time to fuck, man, I thought you knew
Straight to the tail, hard as a rock I'm fiendin for her, I got have cock Mine dog dank, Im as fuck Time to and straight get sucked
Tina was a young ass Start on my balls and my knees got weak in the throat, she couldn't get with it Took it out her and slapped herself with it
It the best Ive ever had but baby, youre good I can't to tell the boys in the hood It's time to her home, her pussy stanks But you smell it when youre fuckin wit dank
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Hopped in the shell, hit the I got the monkeys and Im fiendin for Thought about a bitch I had 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 Thought about Pinkey, this ho from last
Seems like Im calling girls from all across the All you girls can be on the up so mo' dank, look some mo' Man, I gotta find me a ass ho
I'm of a bitch who won't suck dick I need some and I mean hella quick Yeah, I got it This bitch named Monesha is a potent
But befo' I got, I gas in my tank Like a car need petrol, Pooh need
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, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce) Pooh, again, boy
Fool, hop, some snort crack Fire up the indo and straight kick a bitch or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin, yeah man, I 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 it, man, it ain't no thang and Walnut, where's the dank? I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn breath
Hub, Glen, and Beave I talking, man, unless you got weed Ron, Boo, my Frog Old school partnas from juvenile
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, wit dank (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)
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 your shit sound
So, get with 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 lips and you better be Serve my dick a mothafuckin waitress And word to the motha From a brotha a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has been made by bad ass Anthony MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin through
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