David Banner - sh** Stains lyrics

[Verse 1] Tunechi, uhh... Walked in the bank like my sh** don't stink b**h I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints Pockets never empty, Weezy F full tank Try to check me and I'mma leave that check blank Tongue kiss that p**y make that woman have convulsions I'm in this b**h throwin' up blood like a ulcer Real n***a like a motherf**in' slave I R.I.P. these n***as, like a page Umm, hello, how you doin', sir? Dr. Carter M.D., that's mur-der b**hes ain't sh** and n***as ain't either Bad b**hes I get achoo like sinus These n***as is fake like a bosom And everybody's on edge until you push 'em Haha, but the pleasure's all mine Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! [Hook] And I don't know how fake feel n***a Cause all my life I've been a real n***a All my life I've been a real n***a Don't f** up my night, I'm like What's poppin'? What's your friend name? What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game b**h I'm a a-hole, leavin' sh** stains Ho! [Verse 2] I'm a a**hole, but I don't give a sh** Like a hard dick I'm in this b**h I'm sharp, I'm cold - icepick Top off the Maybach - nice tits I'm from Hollygrove, I used to hang with Elz I make them b**hes *Inhale noise*, they waitin' to exhale I'm on some gangsta sh**, knock your head off Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog Where them hoes at? Tell 'em I said "what's up?!" I like a shaved p**y, no razor bumps I got that paper b**h, come get a paper cut Don't gamble in that p**y not even lady lucks I make 'em straighten up and fly right When life hands you lemons find the limelight Yea, and the pleasure's all mine Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! [Hook] [Verse 3] Uhh, I like my alcohol straight b**h I can't stop stuntin' I need my brakes fixed Yea I'm on that sh** like a f**in' maggot On the road to riches, you n***as stuck in traffic Stomp a n***a out, keep the party goin' Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoyin' But if they friends bad then them hoes could join I'm bout to shoot a p**n I'm castin' broken arm Got money on my mind, p**y on my agenda I beat that pink p**y magenta f** bein' gentle Man I'm hard, these n***as is simple gun to your temple I smoke 'til I look oriental high as a window And I broke these n***as like pencils unaccidental b**h I meant to, dick in her dimples lick it I tremble I swear this sh** is mental, f** it, my rent due I school your a** and suspend you, you b**h you It's Tunechi! [Hook] Young Mula, baby!