Wyld Stallions (feat. Dook Wookie)

Yeah Its that music
That make you act stupid
Give this asshole applause make ya booty clap to it
Clap clap
Yea I'm like em thick as fuck
Tattoos attitude
In their pictures with they fingers up
A Couple grams in the tuck
Sniffing dust
Off the plate strong
Enough to wake Whitney up
Picture us Liquored Up
Pissy drunk
With my bruvs
In the club
Sticking 50 bucks
In a strippers butt
That ain't the only tip she getting
Put my dick in her box
And wrap it up like a
Chrissie present
Fifth fam in the flesh
Sc brissie city representin
Hope my enemies
Get a dick infection
Yeah you know big koz
The man stay meaner
Than a broke dick dog
How cold is that
I got boulders I told u that
It d take a nation of millions
To hold my sack

Girl I don't know ya
I got something
I wanna show ya
And if ya lucky
When it's over
I might phone ya
When I'm sober

Is it cold outside or ya nipples
Glad to see me
Don't mean to sound sleazy but
Holla if ya need me
Ya Feel me
I'll be at the bar n believe me
I'll put ya on the wall like
I'm writing graffiti
And ah ah do ya how ya want
Let ya tease me
Whisper in ya ear get ya wet
That's a freebie from Kawzy
Didn't mean to front
Get ya horny
They call me the top leg spinner
Like I'm Warney
The bull's outta the pen baby
I be the mad dog
Chewing the fat spit em out like they
We're ham hocks
Fuck a six pack I be Beastie
Call me Ad Rock
The only 6 pack Is the beer
Rocking the dad bod
Kawz of the jungle
Ya drunken uncle
Hit ya with my love muscle
Wanna fight I wanna tussle
Bout to guzzle everything
Bartender pour me a double
Four fingers and I'm going all in
Up to the knuckle



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Moon
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