T-Dub the Banger - Junkyard Dogs lyrics

Damn C.Stone That sound chuck as a muthaf** This that junk yard type music Beat crankin on make the freaks all lose it Big booty girls Got excuses to use it Even though they bunnys And they whiter than a q tip Take trips But she rather make tips And she ain't a waitress Titys where her weight is Booty measure 3 6 And she got red lips Devilish But she still an angel Never done it an*l Call her young j lo Foxx No jango Ass so fat She gotta sit on a table Dam Kim K You been workin all day High heels Poppin pills Now u pop a bay bay It's the f**in bay bay What the f u c k Swear ive seen a couple k's Like pota**ium Banana boy Banana clips go Brrrr Big bang Asteroids Fish in the sea Wanna an Asian like I caught a koi Everybody's loves u Cuz u something like the water boy You lookin dhydreated Better get some water boy You just so overrated In the brain u constipated But yo mouth like diarhea Talkin sh** Get some paper I got My YG with me I don't need friends I known my homies since day 1 So Don't pre tend In a roto Never solo Cuz we all got ends And we them junk yard dogs Bouta jump a fence Swimming in the fishy And I'm hot as Mississippi If u decide to leave Just make sure ya sister with me Rip to whitney Had the brown Then it hit me That my life's a 50/50 50 cents Or 50 milli 50Ps Like 50s hippies Oh Wait I meant the 60s Gettin high like pixies Gettin links no wiki Cuz my squad all with me And we feeling like the swat If u fly Get swat Junk yard blood clot