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loquince - gon' bananas lyrics

[intro: loquince]
gon’ bananas
gon’ bananas
fee-fi-fo-fum
loquince
ooh!

[verse 1: loquince]
cookie cream blunts smokin’ on samoa (cookie)
flooded the p-ssy i feel like noah (noh)
headshot (bop) turn yo head to a bobble (bob)
p-ssy so wet, i’m bouta need goggles (goggles)
i am not fully but i’m semi so i’m troublesome
and if you tryna front i’ll pop yo -sses like some bubblegum
virgin with the hairy p-ssy name her the jungle nun
you say you a monk but they all know i’m the humble one (i’m so humble)
find me in the crowd like galapagos (islands)
b-tch goes both ways bye, adios
drive by ripped then we out like vamanos
pulled up topple all you n-gg-s like some dominoes (topple)
shots for celebration so we drinkin’ henny (shots)
shots from h-lla haitians from the f-ckin’ semi (shots)
shoot you in the south park you can call me kenny
get your family pancaked like we f-ckin’ denny’s
rollin’ round town smokin’ weed like the rolling stones
then a god-like freestyle i got the holy dome (i got it)
look in to the future raps obi wan ken-bi flows
f-ggot -ss rappers strap on is they only clothes (only clothes)
cookin’ rappers up on the barbecue
they say i can’t do it i say it’s not even hard to do (isn’t hard)
soon i’ll be ballin’ like my boy james harden too
don’t get in my way cause i wouldn’t mention part of you (deuce)

[interlude: loquince & stained grey]
loquince: yo, whaddup stained?
stained grey: what up quince?
loquince: bouta go in aren’t you?
stained grey: yeah fam
loquince: i thought so too…
stained!
stained…
grey
bah bah bop bop bah bah

[verse 2: stained grey]

cinnamon blunts, entenmann’s (entenmann’s)
rap king a.k.a the president (boom boom)
checkin’ out quince i would recommend (yaaaah)
stained grey, loquince rap game residents
smokin’ on the gas and we burnin’ all the evidence
smokin all you n-gg-s ain’t an ounce of f-ckin’ hesitance
this is stained grey i’m the shade of an elephant (elephant)
leader of the clique, kingpin of the regiment (regiment!)
talkin’ bout hop makin’ fun of the fruity snacks
og with the mack, while i’m listening to o.g. mack
mystery machine, cause i’m smokin’ on the scooby snacks (smoke)
hand on the p-ssy, d-ck caught up in the b–by traps (traps, b–by traps)
thats cool cause i’m indiana (jones)
gon’ dumb, gon’ bananas (ooh!)
vapin’ that weed like it’s tropicana (haaaah)
shootin’ up the river drugs movin’ up the susquehanna
tato on the barrel keepin’ quiet for the termination
bouta blow up, raps movin’ through your f-ckin’ nation
europe to australia, big -ss genitalia
married to the mary j, i could never marry yuh
your raps are a super waste, i just call em’ metabolic
smokin’ on that super loud, i just call it super chronic
rappin’ on that super fast, runnin’ like i’m f-ckin’ sonic
gon’ bananas like i’m smokin’ that rock like i’m f-ckin’ onix. (woo! b-tch!)

[outro: loquince]
gon’ bananas!
woo
we gon’ bananas in this b-tch dude!
gon’ bananas
loquince and stained grey on the track!
what it do, comin’ at you

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