More Wings Please by Gash The Reaper Lyrics

Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
Yeah,ayeee
Yeah,aye
What,aye
Ayo grease a nigga
Call it stir fry
I bet now he was wishing he was on my side
2 piece
Call it popeyes
I see the hate don’t bring it out on my side
Give a damn about the money
Get since a youngin
Give damn bout who muggin
Ain't talking bout bussin
Shawty not talking bout fucking
No discussion
(Look, yuh, aye,aye,yuh)
I see they looking
(Yuh)
Got they eyes peeled
I been a dog
Since the motha fuckin bug wheel
(Rrrr)
Burning a nigga
(Fyaa)
Like a orange peel
What’s real and whats fake
This quarter oz tbone on my motha fucking plate
(Sheesh)
Don’t walk in the grass (x3)
All you dough boys can really get baked
What the fuck!
(What the fuck!)
What the fuck
What the fuck is up
You buttercup
Pussy boy better knuckle up
In a jungle full of wolves
You a fucking slug
Talking like you tough
Til we pull up with that fucking pump
Know shawty
What the fuck
Do you want
If you didn’t come to get crunk
Put yo mans in the trunk
Get that hoe sprayed like snuck
Now tell me (fafafa)
If that’s what you really want
Im just waiting for a answer
These hoes like cancer
Spread like a disease
On yah knees and take yah keys