sh*t Stains lyrics

by

David Banner


[Intro]
David Banner
David Banner
David— David— David— David Banner
Tunechih, ugh

[Verse 1]
Walked in the bank like my sh*t don't stink (Ugh)
b*tch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints (Ugh)
Pockets never empty, Weezy F., full tank (Yeah)
Try to check me and I'ma leave that check blank (One)
Tongue-kiss that pus*y, make that woman have convulsions
I'm in this b*tch throwin' up Blood, like a ulcer (Suu whoop)
Real n*gga like a motherf*ckin' slave (Yeah)
I R-I-P these n*ggas, like a page
Umm, hello, how you doin', sir?
Dr. Carter, M.D., that's mur-der (Whoa)
b*tches ain't sh*t (Nope), and n*ggas ain't neither
Bad b*tches, I get at you like "sinus" (God bless you)
These n*ggas is fake like a bosom (Yup)
And everybody's on edge 'til you push 'em
Haha, but the pleasure's all mine
'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, n*gga
'Cause all my life, I been a real n*gga
All my life, I been a real n*gga
Don't f*ck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'? What's your friend name?
What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change"
I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game
b*tch, I'm a a-hole, leavin' sh*t stains, ho! (Haha!)
[Verse 2]
I'm a as*h*le (Yup), but I don't give a sh*t (Nope)
Like a hard di*k, I'm in this b*tch (Ugh)
I'm sharp, I'm cold: icepick (Ugh)
Top off the Maybach: nice tits (Whoa)
I'm from Hollygrove (Yeah), I used to hang with 'El ('El)
I make them b*tches (*gasp*), they waitin' to exhale (Yeah)
I'm on some gangsta sh*t (Yeah), knock your head off (Yeah)
Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog (Ugh)
Where them hoes at? ("Right there")
Tell 'em I say, "What's up?" (What's up?)
I like a shaved pus*y, no razor bumps (Okay)
I got that paper, b*tch—come get a paper cut
Don't gamble in that pus*y—not even lady Luck's (Amen)
I make 'em straighten up and fly right (Ugh)
When life hands you lemons, find the limelight (Haha)
Yeah, and the pleasure's all mine
'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, n*gga (n*gga)
'Cause all my life, I been a real n*gga (Real n*gga)
Yeah, all my life, I been a real n*gga
Don't f*ck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'? What's your friend name?" (Ugh)
"What y'all drinkin' on?" (Ugh) "Come get a oil change"
I brung my AK (Bow!), I'm on my "A" game
b*tch I'm a a-hole, leavin' sh*t stains, ho!
[Break]
Ah-ah-ahem!

[Verse 3]
Ugh, I like my alcohol straight, b*tch
I can't stop stuntin', I need my brakes fixed
Yeah, I'm on that sh*t like a f*cking maggot
On the road to riches; you n*ggas stuck in traffic
Stomp a n*gga out, keep the party going
Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoying
But if they friends bad, then them hoes could join
I'm 'bout to shoot a porn; I'm castin': broken arm
Got money on my mind, pus*y on my agenda
I beat that pink pus*y magenta, f*ck bein' gentle
Man, I'm hard; these n*ggas is simple, gun to your temple
I smoke 'til I look Oriental, high as a window
And I broke these n*ggas like pencils
Unaccidental—b*tch, I meant to
di*k in her dimples; lick it, I tremble
I swear, this sh*t is mental, f*ck it, my rent due
I school your ass and suspend you, you b*tch, you!
It's Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, n*gga
'Cause all my life I been a real n*gga (Real n*gga)
Yeah, all my life I've been a real n*gga (Real n*gga)
Don't f*ck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?)
"What's your friend name?" (What's happenin'?)
"What y'all drinkin' on?" (What's poppin'?)
"Come get a oil change" (What's happenin'?)
I brung my AK (Bah!) I'm on my "A" game (Bah!)
b*tch, I'm a a-hole (Bah!), leavin' sh*t stains (Bah!), ho!
[Outro]
Bah!
Haha!
Young Mula, baby!
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