Letras:
Tongue The The Punch

brinks But Im a stick it with out a ticket and in her tender she thinks Suck me up and i become her energy drink And thats what your gona need punch

you was able to write fuckin with dank smoking this big ass bong [Verse 1] (Pooh-Man) Dank smoke is the interior of my 7 deuce impala Punch the gas

lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time, I'm gettin guap strip poppin If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues What you say? I cant

lawnmover, and Kris'll play the grass I just ate MC's, cause why? ABC whipped! Illegal cuts that ass, the way that I will punch you wouldn't think

things before they reached the car When they drove she sat with mouth open As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch

you hear the one about the one that looks like you? I'll sleep, will sleep around for you Why don't you scratch my back and chew the tongue I chew?

to find comfort in a God that you deny. Your lies are getting old, your body is growing old; your tongue is a blade that punches deep into my soul.

trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, God no one above me Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw From my punch buggy sunnin' you Got

the streets Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on your structure, stain your whole establishment Let's get specific, style that's horrific Twisted plus terrific with a tongue