Pink Punch by Tom The Mail Man Lyrics
[Intro: Tom The Mail Man & Tyler, the Creator]
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 bro, fuck
Nah, nah, nah, bro
This is the wrong fucking beat, bro!
This is the wrong fucking beat!
Yo, bro pass...
Yeah, pass me pink punch real quick
Yeah alright, thank you
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Ayy, Kool-Aid pitcher full of pink punch (Okay, okay!)
Bitch i'm dancing (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 even make my tummy flatter (Uh)
Ayy, uh, dick in her bladder, she wanna fuck (Like what?)
Climb up the ladder, bitch, I am up (I'm up!)
TDC tat on my bitch, wassup (Wassup, okay!)
Tell that bitch she don't like her life
Then she come play with me, ayy (She gon play with me)
Said I ain't shit, bitch you right
Yeah, you hate to see it, ayy, uh (Okay, uh)
[Hook]
Ayy, p-pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up)
Pull up in my Nissan like a fucking Bentley truck (A Bentley truck though)
Ayy, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, bitch, run it up (Run it up, run it up)
But i'm just too distracted by these bitches I won't fuck (okay)
Ayy, pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up, 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 won't fuck
[Verse 2]
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
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 bro, fuck
Nah, nah, nah, bro
This is the wrong fucking beat, bro!
This is the wrong fucking beat!
Yo, bro pass...
Yeah, pass me pink punch real quick
Yeah alright, thank you
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Ayy, Kool-Aid pitcher full of pink punch (Okay, okay!)
Bitch i'm dancing (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 even make my tummy flatter (Uh)
Ayy, uh, dick in her bladder, she wanna fuck (Like what?)
Climb up the ladder, bitch, I am up (I'm up!)
TDC tat on my bitch, wassup (Wassup, okay!)
Tell that bitch she don't like her life
Then she come play with me, ayy (She gon play with me)
Said I ain't shit, bitch you right
Yeah, you hate to see it, ayy, uh (Okay, uh)
[Hook]
Ayy, p-pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up)
Pull up in my Nissan like a fucking Bentley truck (A Bentley truck though)
Ayy, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, bitch, run it up (Run it up, run it up)
But i'm just too distracted by these bitches I won't fuck (okay)
Ayy, pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up, 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 won't fuck
[Verse 2]
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