Pink Punch - Tom The Mail Man

Loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt

Loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt

Wrong tape, bruh

Fuck

Nah, nah, nah, bruh!

This the wrong fucking beat, bruh!

This the wrong fucking beat!

Yo, bruh

Pass… yeah, pass me the punch real quick

Yeah, alright

Thanks man

Let’s go

Ay, Kool-Aid pitcher full of pink punch, bitch i’m dancing (okay, okay!)

Uh, you like Sway: bitch, you ain’t got the fucking answers (okay, uh)

Pull up on my shorty, she been poutin', what’s the matter?

(matter)

That flat tummy tea ain’t even make my tummy flatter (uh)

Ay, uh

Dick in her bladder, she wanna fuck (like what?)

Climb up the ladder, bitch, i ain’t up (i ain’t up!)

TDC tat on my bitch, wassup (wassup?)

Tell that bitch she don’t like her life

Then she come play with me, ay (she gon play with me)

Said i ain’t shit, bitch, you right

Yeah, you hate to see it, ay, uh, (okay, uh)

Ay, p-pink punch, if she coming through i pour it up (uh)

Pull up in my Nissan like a fucking Bentley truck (a Bentley truck, though!)

Ay, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, bitch, run it up

But i’m just too distracted by these bitches i wanna fuck (okay)

Ay, pink punch, if she coming through i pour it up, (uh, ooh!)

Pull up in my Nissan like a fucking Bentley truck (fucking Bentley truck!)

Ay, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, bitch, run it up (run it up)

But i’m just too distracted by these bitches i wanna fuck

Poppin' my champagne, we in this prison cell

Niggas make mistakes, they wanna give us hell

No room for mistakes, nigga, we walk on eggshells

Headlights give out, get out, they gave us 8 shells

Pray to heaven gates you got the voicemail, fuck this shit

Niggas eyes are killers daily, so it’s fuck that shit

Bust shots in these niggas' faces, fuck what a nigga say

You niggas not taking me