Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stylin, artist - Frankie Krupnik. Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Song language: English
Stylin |
| Let me clear my throat bitch I like to smoke a lot |
| And let me mark a G-spot with the polka dot |
| So I can find it later, blowing up like Al-Qaeda |
| Bitch, I’m slicker than those alligator shoes, I’m so smooth |
| Nobody said it would be easy though |
| This life is greasy and |
| You can buy your bitches cherry up on eBay (for real?) |
| Yeah that’s what I heard man, that’s so absurd |
| Sit back and observe, blow a sack of the herb |
| I move swiftly, in and out the pussy |
| When I’m tipsy of the whiskey put the dick up near the kidney (Uh) |
| We slick the pesto on the paper and we light it up |
| Elevated like them scrapers in the sky |
| We be getting high on the daily, since I was a young buck |
| She like it rough I’m like Miyagi with that nunchuk |
| I spit venom straight from the cerebellum |
| Eleven grams of that kush got my melon propelling |
| Ain’t no telling what I’ll do next, might put the pussy in a suplex |
| I beat it up I might have bruised it |
| It’s Joe Pesci with the vice grip, gotta run the tight shit bitch |
| Cause it’s hard for a pimp but I ain’t pimping homie |
| Straight spitting put the kitten in submission, dick was itching for a kissing |
| On the liquor while we sipping man the fungus had me tripping |
| No grain grip just some mary jane clip it’s fucking strange |
| Women smoke the plant to make their eyes slant |
| In between her thighs, damp, a verbal tirant, diamond in the rough |
| A couple thrusts make it gush, spend a couple bucks on the puff |
| But yo I still can’t get enough |
| the weed pussy liquor by the gallon |
| And if I got that, shit I’m motherfucking stylin' |