Wyld Stallions (feat. Dook Wookie)

Yeah Its that music That make u act stupid Give this asshole applause make ya booty clap to it Clap clap Yea Im like em thick as f*ck 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 aint 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 u 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 its over I might phone ya When im 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 F*ck a six pack I be Beastie Call me Ad Rock The only 6 pack Is the beer Rockin 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 goin all in Up to the knuckle