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five deez - skin huntin lyrics

[hook 2x]
with nothing, rags to riches and kids frontin’
with skins on they arm it makes ’em feel like something
if the skins can’t get took, you need to un-love ’em
and continue the mission in life of skin huntin’

[verse 1: fatjon]
no star status i get treated like one
i don’t smuggle no guns, i’m just folding up 1’s
driving a piece of sh-t, scooping all the dips
kids who can’t understand demand a reason for the script
“why’s it happen like that?” while my adjectives fat
i tell ’em
“no need to ask and don’t sweat my role as a cool n-gg-”
do yours, i’ll do mine in the mixture
representing in life as a hiphop fixture
my man stress [?] me how to eat with no cheese
how to tornado watch by looking at the trees
skins see me as an ultimate temptation
don’t think about getting over, there’s nothing above
i leave the hungriest nut-sweaters thirsty for love
i leave ’em waiting like peasants who witnessed decapitation
now my scratch level grows as my batch of skins inflate
i don’t mean to be great
cause i was born to have a mate with no steak on my plate
i persist to eat the fish
relax with a satellite dish to channel switch
it’s not mine; neither’s the fish on which i dine
but a dime who thinks i’m the sh-t, like lime green pine
i’m different, so don’t compare me to another
cause they can’t hang yo, and you can ask my lover

[verse 2: pase rock]
[?] like ll
as justification of taking her and doing her swell
i won’t tell if she won’t, but even if she does it won’t matter
’cause i got it real cool with her cuz’
and my bill time’s coming, no need to be flipped on
acting like a jerk but my lights are on
i never wanted to sell drugs, just to get loot
i’d rather have twenty-two chickens with open pocket books
its not wrong, if its consensual and conventional means
of making stacks eventually breaks your back
i’ll admit, you can’t live like this all your life
but it’s fun while it lasts, keep on getting the cash brother

[verse 3: fatjon]
if the bills get paid, the time to relax is here
what do i hear? a jeep pulling up in the rear
of my apartment complex, that’s great
another cheque, new kicks and slacks, and a peril from cheryl
my door’s unlocked because i’m ready for the haps
to unfold like [?]
she’s fresh from a photo shoot with mad cheese
from modelling agencies, and keys hanging in my face
go up the way to get some eats
i have a sp-ce that needs to be filled with nourishment
and beverage
no drugs or alcohol, i need to be tested
i’ll be right back, i saw my kids on the block
get in; our mission: straight to the spot
i forgot the time, it matters not
the platter’s still heated; from the spot, i know she’ll eat it
return to the rest, she sleep, i’m out
beat it! the clock, i must
use thrust on streets like light-speed in the jeep
reach maximum velocity, lab: my destination
saw pase rock and optic graph dating
listening to five deez, they gave me props for the piece
i gave them props for the graph, hit the gas and laughed
make my return like nothing happened
i told her “heater’s in the kitchen”
wipe my brow with a napkin

[outro: fatjon]
one moment for a public service announcement
the views shared on this song aren’t necessarily the views shared by every man that you’ll ever meet in the universe, so just know, as you look into the eyes of someone who looks into your eyes and apparently sees nothing, they’re skin hunting
forever!

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