Tostitos

Oh shit
Yo
Whats good yo
Yo you got some
Do it look like I got some
What

(What do you do?)
I lay up the pussy
I bang it, I bang it, bang it (bang it)
You can't even please her
I did this shit with my fingers
Neighborhood menace
Smoke cookies, they Famous Amos
I be fucked up at the dentist
Come put your face where our aim is
Rippin' up your flowers
A youngin' fucking up Camelot
Boy you just just a speck on the earth the size of a nano bot
These is Acid Raps I got goofiness just like Chano got
But I'm not from Chicago, get swallowed,
You use your hand a lot
Hooligan utopia come see my metropolis
I couldn't be coached by Gregg Popovich,
I'm on top of this
Shawty bout wet as a three from Peja Stojaković
Its ok, they safe if the kids is in your esophagus
I got my mom a wrist, Potomac, Its ok
You work a dead end ass job and still got something to say
My guap big, What was robbed

But that should go away

It don't matter how you treat her,
That hoe do what she do
Way to often I see headlines
About a tooly in school
Bitch wake up and smell the
Ashes or be truly a fool
They say don't worry or ask questions,
That's your duty as you
So I say bitch keep it above, 50 granted you stuck
With me plan and can't fuck, with me Janet I suck
Titties, I see yours tucked
Semi you've been awarded an Emmy, I'm walking slurred
Daily I'm out the earth (Out the earth)

Up late cooking like I am linguine
Ain't stressing no Remi's, just order the steak panini
Head honcho its Hooligan Musolini
You bitch ain't shit but a devil in a bikini (woah)
Then she wanna do-si-do (ay)
Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)
Why the boy look a little dopey though
Open up the grill I be smokey though
I been counting chips Tostitos (ay)
Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)
Why the boy look a little dopey though (ooh)
Open up the grill I be smokey though



Credits
Writer(s): Hooligan Chase
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