Playboy Bus

(Swish)

Uh, uh, swish banga, Poon daddy

Get up in dat ass like big bang baddies

 

(Poondaddy)

Uh, playboy bus rollin' up

Mindi Mink and Kendra Lust blowin' us

I'm glad the blacks in the front 'cause the back of the bus

Belong to us, where we smoke it up

Chocolate Thai, we cocoa puff it

If we see a slut then we sho to fuck it

When the bus pull up to the toll we bust

Gunshots, these blood clots turned to dust

Gotta be at least a nine to get turnt with us

It take a bus full of hoes to burn these blunts

Fuck the popo, we blow stop signs

This hoe mouth so big she could blow a stop sign

Even our chauffeur be high like

Snoop in Soul Plane, but that's alright

 

(Swisha)

Think you a playboy hustla, you a gay boy busta

Every time every dime same pickup line

"Hey baby, maybe I can buy you a drink

Then we can blow this popsicle stand, wink wink"

She ain't buyin', she leave you cryin'

Lil' boy, she just a hooker you ain't even a client

Should've just come out and said you got no game

"Hey baby, I just wanna do you like OJ

Spread your brains all over the whole place

Give you a close shave until you got no face"

You'd have better luck, instead we get to fuck

And that's when we fillin' up the gas for the bus

We come out the bathroom we haulin' ass

Leave that whore in the dirt like grass

That's where she be 'til her last STD

Drive away as she scream, "Swisha MVP!"

 

(Poondaddy)

When the mic switch, the dyke switch

I get the clit, flick it up like a light switch

She gonna gimme head like ISIS

Knock her teeth out so she won't bite dick

Don't knock it til you knocked up, you like jizz

You ain't foolin' no one like a kike's wig

Feed her grass....like bison

Get her baked...like Tyson

Chicken nuggets, fuck it you can't keep up with my vices

My advice is, don't fuck wit Swish and Poon

Or we might just, get real pissed at you

We don't like it if you try to fight, bitch

You get turned to ash like the last pipe hit

Ya dyke bitch

 

(Swish)

Poon and Swish be, goofy rich

We too good for this fuckin' foolishness

We still movin' swift, call us Taylor made

Before Kanye hit it we got that tail in spades

Fuck a pistol, we whip with a fistful of cash

If that pussy a pitbull you should look at her ass

Pop that clit like a pimple, and the crack? Like Goldfish

The snack that smile back with no dimples

I don't think you fake Gs know what you in for

We playin' VR you playin' Nintendo

DS, yo games is BS

Still you wanna be us, but you can't see us, beotch