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Potna Deuce - Funky Behavior lyrics
[ CHORUS ] It's the funk Funky behavior Nothin can save ya [ VERSE 1: Rube ] I step up on the scene, you see my team's droopy I'm comin tight and never soupy Booty-ass lyrics don't strive in my camp Niggas keep poppin that weak but I can't I keep a low pro and this Rube ain't a soloist I ain't a new jack hustler, Busta Brown I been around these parts for a while Layin down tracks like tow Now you can't solve a problem if it's not debated And it's not a problem if it's cock-related Cause I'm on the grind till the day I die, hoe What the fuck do I gots to lie fo'? Nothin can save ya from the funky behavior I let my crop on the top meet the razor And roll around town with the clown frown of my mug shot Servin out dopefiend deadshots [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Chezski ] I try to hold and get a piece while the fools slip And keep an attitude and never lose grip And watch for the jacks and the strayin lead And maintain peace in my gone head But still it's gettin hectic And all I'm really tryin to do is find an exit So I drift to the soundproof and show skills Fuckers feel me every time my snap spills I aim to have my own, du Everything that I need in a month or two So now you feel the pressure when you spot funk Potna Deuce is in the house and never got skunk I play the back cool and let my throat strain Diggin in the middle for the big game Behavior's full of funk for the rough poke V-Town, the city for the downstroke [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Beesh ] Now I'm too funked out for my playas And I'm not trippin off you other muthafuckas Bitch, I'm still puffin on the Taylors And I'm never gon' give it up (Hey man, y'all need to stop bullshittin, man) We do it our way, you can do it yours Fuck around, let us blow your doors 'Baby got back' - nah, baby got bomb So peep game like a peeping tom Beatin them batties down till they hot Her mama's comin home so I can't get cock After the nut I got to cut and bounce like that The yak was fat, but I forgot my hat But still I gotta leave with my dick on bruise Dat's my potna, them my fools Automatic causin havoc though Cause that funky behavior got me way too fuckin towed |
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