Lyrics

It's king banana on the mic We going hard on some fishes MTCB One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One Pump, two pump your lying in the street Three pump, four pump and not until the beat These fishy ain't nothing when they compare to me All bark and no bite 'cause they ain't got any teeth When they laying in their beds they be having little peace Bad weather minds racing just thinking of me (MTCB) King banana that's my name, say it loud Drawing so much attention man I started up a crowd It's my banana gang and I have to say I'm proud So much higher than you, we way up in the cloud Ring ring it's dinner time, what's the special of the day It's a flapper on a platter, actually it's a buffet Hm, the flavor so good man it tastes hella lit Fishy, fishy looking pretty, that's my favorite entrée One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One Pump, two pump your lying in the street Three pump, four pump and not until the beat Your boss is so wack they make my ears plain But my smooth flowing rhymes be sounding so sweet You're just a corny rapper, I'm the peely MC Ain't no one more a hundred man I'm pretty OG (OG) Please so slick it slithering like a snake Calling you competition is a spit to my face I feel so greasy, man I'm sure it tastes great But you'll never get a taste say bye bye wave This is the part of the song where I finish the fishy off Well, say goodbye MTCB You fish, see nothing, and you're just a big flopper I'll crap on your face, and I'll call it a whopper Go out of my bonus, they're fishing the waters And catching and eating your sons and your daughters There's more of a threat inside of a bunny He'll go to the bathroom for you on my toilet bowl Then take a seat on top of my overthrow You in the water look up that's my booty hole One, two, three, four bodies I see One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One, two, three, four fishy on me One, two, three, four bodies I see One pump, two pump your lying in the street Three pump, four pump and not until the beat Come back from that Tiko Peely gang on top (MTCB)
Writer(s): Micah Swann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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