Toni Braxton

Album cover art for "Toni Braxton" by Asher Roth & Boyder

Asher Roth & Boyder - Rap

Toni Braxton

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Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Wreckineyez Scratches & Asher Roth] Wreckineyez! You better recognize Wreckineyez! You better recognize Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fan- Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it [Verse 1: Asher Roth] Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic Ash spittin' lip is similar to hittin' Badminton Kill him if they sittin' on my shuttle car galactic Last pick, gym class, homie, you were that kid Big backpack and with overload on chapstick Ask Chris (Chris), you was low on your potassium Asthma attack every time you ran track And then, rode the bus, in the front You sat alone when eating lunch (what?) And made sure retainers in container Made your braces even straighter than the way he would debate And his first date was in 11th grade With Mindy Shu-Wang of the foreign exchange Cause' he was the only one that could speak her language "Trade you rice pudding for a PB sandwich" (Chris) What was his name? (Who?) Starts with an A, a blonde kid, and I think he's a jew But anyway, nowadays, yo that muthafuckas' famous Rappin', grinds Toni Braxton in Vegas Got a side of curly fries and a milkshake Fell asleep inside a bread aisle with a mixtape Who ever let that guy in made a mistake 'Cause he's gonna' try to slide inside every miss state Miss Maine, miss Massin, misses Minesota Even if you got a man you know I don't give one Iota Yeah, I know that Idaho Iowa anotha hundered Told Montana that I'd call her back Maryland i'm comin' 'Cause I'm runin' cross the country from one sun up to one sun in Yeah I been lovin' hunnies ever since I used some sunnin Now sonnin' little youngins' even though I'm still one If you see me in your neighborhood, better grab ya buns Tighten up that ass fast ash gettin' mad ass Last to admit little dick with a fat sack Bad bitch is defenished by a fat back Slappin' the sack, bring it back lemme' bat that [Verse 2: Boyder] Ding dong, doorbell Big dong, bringed out I say my name and don't care what you think 'bout Look up, big cloud, that is the result Of a Brain Bang blunt, can you pass me the salt? Dykey, yeah I know you got some Wherever you live is where I'm not from Your girl upside-down like a possum Wreckineyez says, "It's awesome" I wear sweatpants and just smile and shit Call up beautiful babies and while I shit And the topics usually consist of When she masturbates, I am who she thinks of I'm buff, and I make stiff mixed drinks Make funny jokes then I give chicks winks And I make their boyfriends feel all awkward But all day long I was studying long words So I could use them on you True, you don't like me, well it's all good 'Cause baby I am Joey bag of thick jawns That means I be hanging out with thin chicks Yeah, I just chill and eat Thin Mints I'll give you an example, for instance I'm just playin' but seriously Will somebody please grab me some cereal please And a phone, so I can prank call Topanga Tell her that Corey couldn't beat me in Jenga This one jawn told me I was a character That made my head big like a caricature So now I just wear hats with some plastic snaps And show up to your party in ass-less chaps

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Credits

Writers
  • Boyder
  • Asher Roth