LIL BOODANG - SMELL MY FINGER lyrics

[LIL BOODANG - SMELL MY FINGER lyrics]

Up in the tree, be monkey, be swangin'
I got banana, the ana, I play 'em
Pop in the CD, tune to my station
1-800-BOODYMANE, it be rangin'
Call up my shit then I pick up my phone
Knock on my door but ain't nobody home
Package delivery, return to sender
Fuckin' with me is eatin' some leather
(Ah) Fuckin' your teeth up
Fuckin' your jaw up
Boody be ballin', I juke 'em and cross 'em
Trippin', they slippin'
They fall on the pavement
Boody don't fuck with you
Boody won't say shit
'Member the time when nobody had time
And nobody showed love, now
They fuck with me, lovin' me
Playing my shit, but you stuck with the
Shit you came in with, bitch
You can't fuck with me
Yeah, pimpin' the pen, Imma yeah
Bitch, I'm the Mac of the year
Fuck what you seein'
Left your ass up in the real
Boody on lock like a seal
Told 'em pimp, I'm coldest probably oldest
Probably the illest muthafucka flowin'
Grippin' a 40, chokin' and smokin'
Bitch, I got asthma, Lil Weezy be coughin'
Oops, I done yeeted baby O skeeted
All on your main bitch's forehead
Go 'head, talk all that yak
But you runnin' it back
Everything that you rap is the old shit
Same shit placement, lame shit, wack shit
Put it on private, delete it, or trash it
Crashin', burnin', hurtin', murk 'em
Fuck what I said? Well, you up in the dirt
Then

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