Honkers Yonkers 2 lyrics

[cybersuicide]
Guy bump Alvin and the chipmunks(munks)
Out here with the motherf*ckin chunks
I like bread, getting head
Im out here with the t-(blowing)
I got clothes man what the f*ck it be aye
WOLF GANG
No C's
Golf from the head to toe that sh*ts over Z's
Flyin around Flowerboy call that sh*t bees
Like a broke boy I got f*ckin fleas
Oh what be
Motherf*cka crazy
I'm not a blood so b*tch I don't say praise-e
I'm out here chillin with my homies and we out f*cking skatin
Ain't got no b*tch so you don't see me datin(BLAH)

[J]
b*tch ass hoes in the back of a van
f*ckin my b*tch, cause they eatin ass
f*ck that b*tch up and eat his ass

[Green.tea.antichrist]
f*ck that b*tch up and eat his ass
Honkers Yonkers 2
Pullin up with the fools
Logan let me eat his ass
I don't even have to ask
Got the bands up, got your mans up
Get your girl in the club and she- I don't know, I don't go to the club, I can't- can't afford the money you know, kinda hard times, hard times bro
Alright anyway
Lil peep hoodie wrapped around my f*ckin waist
Pull up to your club and your b*tch she like day
You lookin kinda dumb kinda ugly
So I went home and played some Skate 3
Couple homies in the back of the car
We went skating, at the park
Up in Oakdale, California
Now you know where I was, that day
It was August 10th 20-19
Yeah
Honkers
Yonkers
f*ck your dad
[inaudible audio]
At the tetherball court
Yeah
At the tetherball court