Автор: Mr. Strange

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest For B.A.N.K.S. These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh These niggas be

Yo, you rocking with the man crook You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook No frontin’,

This is that Jamma Jamma — Go-Anthem-Banana-Getter, You got a question, I’ll answer For llama-mama I’m better, But better P-put

First lady in the floor, I’m sexy in Dioré As we go on and on and on, from the dust

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh I’mma take that bitch to college I’mma give that bitch some knowledge Understand that your bitch

Idlest Delilah Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-? Wild breeze on a day, a dawn

I’m so cold I’m dripping icicles I go and take your man, that nigga might miss you Spent his whole

Fridgy Froze Kept, It’s that fresh Bitch, I be in that prissy stone set, w That wet wrist, flighty bitch-

Back to the base, coco candy, fella’s wanna taste All these niggas want cream and a shake Do you got

These bitches be about their little get the grand scam When I on ya nigga Bet ya nigga man scram