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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fubu Banks
Fubu Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fubarius Taylor
Fubarius Taylor
Songwriter

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[Intro]
Uh
Damn, damn
[Verse 1]
I just might fuck on her buddy
Smokin' on gas, that's onion
Stacking these chips like Funyuns
Working so hard, I got a bunion
**** ain't gettin' no money
Look how my pockets got chubby
[Verse 2]
Damn, this gas strong, musty
I'm on they ass, no question, yeah
I'm tryna smash, no cuddle, uh
Bitch, I'm ballin' hard, no-huddle
Play with my squad I'm poppin' yo' bubble, damn
Put his ass up in a hurry, damn
I'm squeezing this 30 like Curry
Bitch, I ain't scared to get dirty
These **** sweet like a fuckin' McFlurry
Pussy **** ain't got no courage, yeah
I'm gettin' cheese, I ain't worried
Yo' bitch on her knees she slurpin'
[Verse 3]
I'm finna blast, don't give a fuck if it ain't 'bout the cash
These **** wack smoke they ass in a pack
I'm with the dogs and they ready to attack
Ran with yo' shit and I ain't bring it back
This lil' bitch trippin', she better relax
Count up my digits, put guap in my sack
Bitch from the city, she act like a brat
Play with her titties and nut on her cat
[Verse 4]
Damn, she smokin' this gas, that's purp
Bitch I'm on yo' ass, get hurt
Damn she bad, she rockin' a skirt
Fuckin' that ho till it hurt
Poppin these Percs like I'm fucking the clerk
My **** on go, they berserk, damn
My **** he leanin' off syrup, damn
I'm clean, bitch check out my fur
Chanel, McQueen she fuck for a shirt
My pants, my jeans, they come from Moncler
I'm walkin', I'm beamin', they stop and they stare
She fucking the team, why the fuck should I care?
[Verse 5]
She fuckin' the squad, yeah, she fuckin' the clique
Never fall out 'bout a thot ass bitch
Stop watching my pockets, I'm tryna get rich
I fuck then I dip like you never exist
She suckin' that dick, don't blow me a kiss
And I'm spending yo' rent on a brand new fit
Valabasas, I'm way too legit
These **** be Babbage, ain't talkin' 'bout shit
[Verse 6]
Ain't tryna chop it up, fuck naw, these **** they work with the law
Glockie gon' spray his ass like Aeresol, you know I was destined to ball
Totin' these sticks like Robert McCall, don't fuck with these **** they flaw
These **** pigs, I'm calling em hogs
They ready to tell on it all
[Verse 7]
Damn, flip his ass like a spatula
Fuck a ho, I'm a bachelor, damn
Give her the dick, she actin' up
Bitch was trippin', you ain't bad enough, damn
Put 'em in hell, I'm dragging 'em
Bitch a vamp just like Dracula
My bitches, my hoes spectacular
Where his money, it ain't adding up?
Roll him up, fuck it, bag 'em up
Your money low, bitch, stack it up
I'm smoking this dope, I ain't rational
Fold a bitch like a wrestler
Written by: Fubarius Taylor
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