Danny Brown - Monopoly lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Monopoly lyrics]
Ain't gonna be too many
Suckers, and furthermore
I think you better check your mitts
Jay, come on, baby
Let's cut this place loose yeah, chump
You better get the fuck out of here
And take your bitches with you
Especially Ug-Mug here
The Hybrid, smoking on papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis
What you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China, nigga
That's great
Like eighths of Grape Apes gettin'
Stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and
Shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credit's
Leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes, dog
The booth'll get souffléd
You're hiding something like a toupée
Truthfully, my friend, touché
You gon' get exposed like
An up-and-coming model and to me
Your label seems like one
Of them pageant mamas
So guess who's the little bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick, that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain't been what I been through
And if so
You would take a pencil through your temple
'Cause, I done served fiends
On they menstrual ain't even had pads
Stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style's like fried
Chicken without seasoning
Nigga, that's bland
Fuck you up and your mans
I smack you like a bitch, nigga
That's open hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize
I throw your ass off the boardwalk
Fag, you ain't play sports
But always at the ballpark
Type of nigga rocking Crocs
At the fuckin' Walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked
Guess what? I'm runnin' from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit
In your baby mama crib
Not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers
You blank shooters on stank hooters
I'm in Aruba sippin' wine cooler
Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism
That's why these white bitches
Wanna get with him
I smack it, flip it like Mike Bivins
But to me, your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes' toes is fucked
Beauty supply sandals handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irritated when I'm not sedated
Fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fuckin' with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smellin' like Cool Ranch Doritos
Suckers, and furthermore
I think you better check your mitts
Jay, come on, baby
Let's cut this place loose yeah, chump
You better get the fuck out of here
And take your bitches with you
Especially Ug-Mug here
The Hybrid, smoking on papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis
What you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China, nigga
That's great
Like eighths of Grape Apes gettin'
Stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and
Shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credit's
Leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes, dog
The booth'll get souffléd
You're hiding something like a toupée
Truthfully, my friend, touché
You gon' get exposed like
An up-and-coming model and to me
Your label seems like one
Of them pageant mamas
So guess who's the little bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick, that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain't been what I been through
And if so
You would take a pencil through your temple
'Cause, I done served fiends
On they menstrual ain't even had pads
Stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style's like fried
Chicken without seasoning
Nigga, that's bland
Fuck you up and your mans
I smack you like a bitch, nigga
That's open hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize
I throw your ass off the boardwalk
Fag, you ain't play sports
But always at the ballpark
Type of nigga rocking Crocs
At the fuckin' Walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked
Guess what? I'm runnin' from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit
In your baby mama crib
Not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers
You blank shooters on stank hooters
I'm in Aruba sippin' wine cooler
Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism
That's why these white bitches
Wanna get with him
I smack it, flip it like Mike Bivins
But to me, your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes' toes is fucked
Beauty supply sandals handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irritated when I'm not sedated
Fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fuckin' with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smellin' like Cool Ranch Doritos