Shrek and Donkey

Lyrics for Shrek and Donkey

Just came out of Kush coma, I call it the trap nap She so get them bank rolls, 50 up in my knapsack And we heard you bit the cheese, nigga stay out the mouse trap That is not your bankroll, nigga, stop all that rap cap I'ma smoke my face off, hit you in your head 'til the chopper tear your face off Send you to the doctor, they gon' sit you like a baseball You know they love that spaceship, they come to watch it take off She a thot, she even suckin' cock with her bake off I need me a cougar, I'll take Tony or Taymar I know niggas a kill just to drive my everyday car Shit, I make plays with your bitch in the same car, ay, bye Just came out that Kush Koma, the Kush is my aroma I got that fire on me, won't hesitate to up it on ya I got some money on me, you want some luck, I'll rub it on ya You need some swag 'cause your ass ain't got enough persona You don't know me, I be Chi Sosa, Mr. Granny Baby I put in ten and got a quarter back, Tom Brady I'm getting money, buying watches while you busy hating Don't make me pull out Mr. Snowman, he'll be going crazy All these diamonds I be buying, you can liquidate me And I'm so damn high, I know them fucking pigeons hate me Getting money, I know the bank hate to see me coming So many blunts a nigga start to resemble TV Johnny I got four-five on me, nigga feed from I'm just one call away if you need something I just wait, then I bake nigga eat something I put them chrome hearts on, tryna see something I got bands waiting on me down in Carson And my house so damn big, a nigga joggin' I can swing on my trees like I'm Tarzan Baby, welcome to my closet, this is Birdland All a nigga want is young, money, and cash money Slow money good, but it's something 'bout that fast money Big bags of cash like I work for the armor company I whip my Lamb', told that bitch to hold on to something She like she saw you got the dope, I'm like I keep it on me You blew my high, you keep on talking, bitch, your motor running Now you can't pull up to the crib, bitch, I don't want no company My mama knew she had a go, she just like Kobe mama Why my necklace cost a fortune? Man, I'm thinking distortion You see a bitch with another nigga, you thinking torture I'ma need my piece, need my cut, need my portion I just hop up in that foreign whenever I get boring Wanna talk to me, talk to me 'bout some money Yeah, I stay teasing, but ain't shit really funny What's up, Duch? Shit, I'm in the woods with a bun in Diamond state, dancing Jessica Alba, honey Shoes cut from Perry, but my jeans come from London Before I told her the gun shit, I was smoking funky Whole hood know me shit, even the drunkest Keep 'em off the ship, man, this ass been a sunk it Real life stoner, I be smoking like a honky How I'm in the bull, that's shorter than a donkey High as hell, think I just seen Shrek and Donkey