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Ant Banks
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****** Wit Banks
Lyricist:Anthony Banks, Mhisani Miller, Pee Wee, Todd Anthony Shaw
Ooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it off, ha ha, yeah, you know Pooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fucker So won't you just pucker up and suck the nuts of The big, big bad ass nigga, Ant Banks, let's do this shit, you know Let's do this shit, nigga, the big bad ass, yeah
Enough is enough with this fake ass bullshit My finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull it Now let's see who's the first mark on my hit list Is it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh-man, the big bitch
You're just a mark till you heart miss a piddy Made another fake tape and yet it sounds so shitty So meet your maker, muthafucka, I made you Put a quarter in your ass and I just played you, nigga
You frontin' like you rough and tough But you was screamin' like a bitch when Hub socked that ass up I know the real, nigga, you just a punk So why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, nigga?
Fake gangster, you off by a long shot You quick to get popped if I catch you on the wrong block I keep a full clip up in my tank And you'll get tossed by the boss when you fuckin' with Banks, nigga
Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks Yeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks You get that ass socked up when you're
Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks Yeah Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks Ooh yeah
Three albums out and they all on the flop list See, you can't even rap, that's why your ass got dropped, bitch 'Cuz the niggas I roll with is dangerous We don't let no fake niggas, hang with us
I break that ass off with no remorse You can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, nigga With your bitch ass voice, shit, you sound like a chipmunk Tryna be hard, you ain't nothin' but a big punk
So give it up nigga, rappin' wasn't made for you And all that dissin' that you doin' can't fade me, Pooh You're just jealous and mad 'cuz I'm rollin' While my pockets stay fat from the cash I'm foldin'
Your 'Judgment Day' done came and went With some local sales, but that ain't shit, nigga So you better keep fuckin' with dank And watch your back in the town while you fuckin' with Banks, nigga
Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks Yeah, 'fore you get mopped up Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks And you can get socked up
Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You get [Incomprehensible]up Fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks, fuckin' with Banks You get mopped
The world's biggest simp could never be a pimp His name is Pooh-Man, yeah, words in the wimp He's a bitch ass nigga ya'll, take it from me Just a studio gangsta, he's fakin' to be
An MC on the microphone, you need to leave it alone You little wanna be Too Short Clone There's only one little rap mack from the 'O' Who put your ass on the map, so dog, let him know
Fake ass nigga always wanted to be me I remember when I met that nigga in '84 Bitchin' behind Racia 'cuz I slapped That bitch down in my homeboy basement
Nigga, the bitch was gettin' finger fucked by Short Dog She was supposed to be your bitch But she was lovin' me, nigga, you mark You still a mark, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's why Little D slapped you at Eastmont Mall Fakin' like you was from the village Man, you ain't with it
Pooh-Man, you ain't shit, never been shit, never gon' be shit Remember Shorty The Pimp's tour, right? I was fuckin' a bitch and you was eatin' her pussy and suckin' my dick Mhisani, nicknamed Goldy, pullin' your bitch card
So ready to clown, my dick's hard You licked more tramps that P's got licks on a guitar Hip hop on the green, that's the weary part Banks put 'em up and called you out But you ran 'cuz you's a scary mark
Bitch nigga, switch hitter, is it the deuce or the nine? Hangin' in the village done got your car shot up Playin' both sides of the line
Fuck you and that garbage that made your dopefiend father And hoe'n ass mother Tellin' everybody you from your mother's rotten pussy Called 'The Gutter'
Jive signed you and dropped you Dangerous signed you and dropped you Paris signed you and dropped you Now I heard you went out on a rumor, snortin' hop
Pooh-Man you a sucka, fat face fucker So won't you just pucker up and kiss the nuts Of the big, big bad ass, nigga You know
Dangerous Crew in the house, bitch You know, some of that old '94 shit We know ya can't fade it, bitch And we out of this bitch
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