Ant Banks - f**in Wit Dank lyrics

*spoken* (Ant) Hey yo Pooh-man get your lyrics together for this next song man (Pooh) Ant man I gotta fire up this dank first I ain't f**in with nothing till I hit the dank (Ant) Man you stupid motherf**er (Pooh) Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, f** that f** what he talkin about, I fresh to hit the dank (Ant) sh**, man f** it, I ain't f**in with that sh** (Pooh) All my partners out there know what time it is Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin (Ant) Y'all be f**ed, man (pooh) *smokes* (ant) Man that sh** hella stanks man Man y'all be stupid motherf**ers man (pooh) Yah it stanks but it's cool parnta (Ant) f** that sh** (pooH) Hey lets do this Ant f** what you talkin about lets do this (ant) Alright f** it, do it (pooh) Hey what am I doin? [Pooh-Man] Drop the top, hit the block Beat slammin, man f** the cops The drops stayin, sittin on gold kicks Pull to the side and get with a fresh b**h A young tender, dressed in Guess A fat booty, and some big a** breasts Her name is Tina, my names Pooh Yeah It's time to f** man, i thought you knew Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock I'm fiendin for her, i got have that co*k Mine dog dank, i'm high as f** Time to easyated and straight get s**ed Tina was a young a** freak Start s**in on my balls and my knees got weak Nutted in the throat she couldn't get with it Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it It ain't the best i've ever had but baby your good I can't wait to tell the boys in the hood It's time to take her home, her p**y stanks But you can't smell it when your f**in wit dank Chorus: f**in wit dank, f**ing wit dank, f**in wit dank (yah babyi tell ya) f**in wit dank, f**ing wit dank, f**in wit dank (with ant banks YO) f**in wit dank, f**ing wit dank, f**in wit dank (seven deuce) (ant) hey pooh kick it [Pooh-Man] Hopped in the shell, hit the spot I got the monkeys and i'm fiendin for co*k Thought about a b**h i had around the way Grabbed her on the phone, "is it cool today?" b**h started mumblin, finally said maybe Let a ho meet a tone, "alright then baby" Click. Hung up on the freak Thought about Pinkey this ho from last week Seems like i'm calling girls from all across the nation All you girls can be on the administration Fire up so mo' dank, look some mo' Man i gotta find me a freaky a** ho I'm tired of a b**h who won't s** dick I need some head and i mean hella quick Yeahi got it 105th This b**h named Monesha is a potent sh** But befo' i got, i need gas in my tank Like a car need petrol Pooh need dank Chorus (ant) pooh come again boy [Pooh-Man] Fool snort hop, some snort crack Fire up the indo and straight kick back With a b**h, or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin, Yeah man i tell ya George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew Fire up the dank for MC Pooh To the partners from the park Joe Ray and Budd Indo's the sh** man where's the bud? Seminary, dat and wang Choke it or smoke it man, it ain't no thang 98th and Walnut, where's the dank? I'm gonna smoke this sh** until my damn breath stanks Hub, Glen, Shawn and Beave I ain't talking man, unless you got weed Ron, Boo, my homeboy frog Old school partnas from juvenile hall I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank But the day ain't sh** without an ace of dank Chorus [Ant Banks] Hey yo Pooh, Pa** the dank, the gin and the juice So i can get loose and produce Some gansta sh** and Ant Banks'll get f**ed up And make your sh** sound legit So get with this hit that your listening to I made it b**h and it's gettin you Into the mood, you wanna s** my dick You know it b**h, and get wit it Wet dem lips and you better be great Serve my dick like a motha f**in waitress And that's word to the motha From a brotha with a big a** dick b**h anotha It has been made, by bad a** anthony banks MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin through straight Chorus (repeat to end)