Stylin - Frankie Krupnik

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'