Donut Boys lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, Buffet Boys
It's the takeover
f*ckin' hoes, you fools
Hittin' licks
Buffet Boys

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
pus*y f*ckboy, watch out how you talk to me
Hold your sentence, bite your tongue, don't be testin' me
Stepped up in the club, arm around your main b*tch
Stuck a Xanny in her pus*y, now the mouth real goofy
Suck my di*k, suck my di*k, swallow up my kids
Droppin' loads on these hoes, my di*k a terrorist
Designered down, got on Fendi drawers and they be showin'
Finessing hard, rub up on my b*tch and she be foreign
Flexing, finessing, the only things I know of
Fiji water when I shower, man, I'm so exotic
Versace tee steez, it got Chinchilla sleeves (Pricy)
b*tch, I'm worth some guap, go on and wipe me down
Barge up in your crib, then it's chopper down
Ski mask on, I got a hundred rounds
Hit you for a lick, then I smoked your brick
Red beams pointed, God, this ain't a trick

[Bridge: Mikey the Magician]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Mikey the Magician, b*tch
Look, look
Look
[Verse 2: Mikey the Magician]
b*tch, I'm packing heat, I got that Chris Paul (Paul)
Ridin' twenty deep, I feel like Randy Moss (Randy)
Destroyed the f*ckin' pus*y, Mikey call the Red Cross (Cross)
I got that ice on me, b*tch, I look like Jack Frost
Flexin' and finessin' like my name is Champ Fway (Fway)
Ask me how long I been trappin', b*tch, I'll tell you all day
Catch me by the Church's Chicken, standing by the doorway
All this Polo on my ass, b*tch, you think it's horseplay?
I done never gave a f*ck, you can ask my f*ckin' mama
Motherf*ckers say they ball but they really just chew on us
b*tch, I'm racking up these commas, slidin' through in that Impala ('Pala)
With a couple white Madonnas, brought a pipe in my pajamas
Like that (That)

[Outro: Mikey the Magician]
Like that, that
Like that, that
Like that, that