Danny Brown - Monopoly lyrics

Ain't gonna be too many s**ers and further more, I think you betta check your mints (Jake, c'mon baby, let's cut this place please) (Ay chump, you better get the f** outta here and take your b**hes which ya, especially ugg mug here) The Hybrid smoking on Papaya That give you n***as bronchitis, what you write is all vagina What I write is Wall of China, n***a, that's great Like eighths of Grape Ape getting stuffed in my suitcase Ready to hit the studio and sh** all on your mixtape Nah, literally, sh** all on your mixtape Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the Jewel case In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd You're hiding something like a toupee 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 mommas So guess who's the little b**h? That's you You must s** a lot of dick, that's true I misuse with issues and pistols Mind racing like Bristol heart of igloos My n***a, you ain't been what I been through And if so, you'd take a pencil through your temple 'Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual Ain't even have pads, stuffed they panties with tissue Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding And your style's like fried chicken without the seasoning: n***a, that's bland f** you up and ya mans I smack you like a b**h, n***a, that's open-hand f** you and your tough talk When I monopolize I throw your a** off the boardwark f*g, you ain't play sports but always at the ballpark? Type of n***a rocking Crocs at the f**ing Walmart? Drunk like Stallworth, riding in the fiend car Get flicked, guess what? I'm running from this fiend car I know a n***a dirty and got the hammer But this kush got me high like Pac bandana I'm a smart n***a that do dumb sh** In your baby momma crib, not flushing after I piss I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Mueller's, you blank shooters On stank hooters, I'm in Aruba sipping wine cooler Mind ruler, sort of like hypnotism That's why these white b**hes wanna get with him I smack it, flip it, like Mike Bivins But to me your flow's like Ronnie DeVoe's My hoes got toes in expensive high heels Your hoes' toes is f**ed, beauty supply sandals? Handle any situation I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated Irritated when I'm not sedated f** her face like I was obligated And still f**ing with them freak hoes Stank p**y smelling like Cool Ranch Doritos