Hawk Tuah Freestyle Songtext
von Token
Hawk Tuah Freestyle Songtext
"What′s one move in bed
That makes a man go crazy, every time, that you do?"
"Ah, you gotta give him that hawk tuah
And spit on that thing, you get me?"
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that)
(Hawk tuah and-, hawk tuah and-)
If she don't ′hawk tuah', I don't talk to her (gotta give him that-)
I′m a box muncher and a twat chewer (gotta give him that-)
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her (gotta give him that-)
And be in the chicken′s mouth every day like cock-a-doodle (hawk tuah, and-)
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval (gotta give him that-)
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler (gotta give him that-)
Carpooler, you're the car mover, but that car′s moving me (gotta give him that-)
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie (tuah, and-)
Cartoon to me, all of y'all a cartoon to me
From inspiration y′all drew from me, tomfoolery, not cool to me!
She saw my icebox jewelry, and asked how much it cost
So I blocked her immediately (wait, what'd you do?)
Blocked her immediately (uh-huh)
She a fan? I′m in her box like a CD of me (uh-huh)
Plus I'm crossed, so I come across Vietnamese (yuh)
She wear a cross and I came across that crossed
By cumming across the cross, so I kinda came religiously (religiously)
Now I guess I'm a religious freak (religious freak)
But I don′t read no Bible, I don′t read a book (I don't)
I′m a drinker, this is just Tequila-mockingbird (wait, what?)
Tequila-mockingbird (right)
You're just a rapper ′cause you failed at being popular (that's right)
It was either that or be the hall monitor (choose one)
Teacher′s pet, popping pussy for some extra credit
Have the credit (go)
I got a hate group on Facebook, they're rather reckless (wow)
Some pale men with gray beards and a rapper fetish (wow)
Probably got early dementia and a staph infection (wow)
And haven't seen their child since the last election
Say they′re happy, but they seem quite big and bitter (yah)
They say they fighters, but they seem like women hitters (yah)
Small apartment and it reek like kitty litter (yah)
They love Wu-Tang and deep-fried chicken fingers
If she don′t 'hawk tuah′, I don't talk to her (mwah)
I′m a box muncher and a twat chewer (gotta give him that-; uh-huh)
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her (gotta give him that-; flock)
And be in the chicken's mouth every day like cock-a-doodle (hawk tuah, and-)
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval (gotta give him that-)
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler (gotta give him that-)
Carpooler, you′re the car mover, but that car's moving me (gotta give him that-)
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie
Dark energy
Used to arch her back, now she the arch enemy (uh)
Thought we'd make it far, now she a far memory (uh, what she doin′?)
Driving drunk from a dinner date, looking like Justin Timberlake
Token too tough to imitate, Token don′t tuck the dick away
Climbing inside her walls, like I'm tryna construct a prison break
Why would I tuck my bitch away?
Bitches gon′ suck and fuck until they suck at fucking anyways
And I'ma suck the tit until I fucking suck the tit away (huh?)
Bombay handler (that′s right)
Getting drunk until my calls ain't answered (brrp)
My dick rose, but it′s not named Amber
I'm eating ass, just like prostate cancer
Prostate cancer
My life's paradox, my only carry-on′s a canister
So many Marriotts, I know the Marriott managers
The kid who carry box like the Amazon handler
Fuck that, every time I meet a rapper′s bitch, they usually really a dumb ass (true)
I know rappers who hit their girl and act like it was a love-tap (true)
Me, I like a mean bitch, treat me like shit, I fuck with that (true)
Like Vicky from Fairy OddParents and Angelica from Rug rats (true)
I'm in a hundred thousand dollar car eating a crunch wrap (yah)
I′m from Massachusetts, where the motherfuckin' dunks at? (Dunks)
I don′t even drink there, I just sit there with a truck hat
Where the bitches who know how to suck 'til they cough out at lung at?
I need you (I need you) (gotta give him that-; hawk-)
I need you (you) (hawk, hawk, hawk, gotta give him that-)
If she don′t 'hawk tuah' (hawk tuah), I don′t talk to her
If she don′t 'hawk tuah′ (hawk tuah), I don't talk to her
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Hawk tuah, and-, hawk tuah, and-)
That makes a man go crazy, every time, that you do?"
"Ah, you gotta give him that hawk tuah
And spit on that thing, you get me?"
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that)
(Hawk tuah and-, hawk tuah and-)
If she don't ′hawk tuah', I don't talk to her (gotta give him that-)
I′m a box muncher and a twat chewer (gotta give him that-)
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her (gotta give him that-)
And be in the chicken′s mouth every day like cock-a-doodle (hawk tuah, and-)
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval (gotta give him that-)
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler (gotta give him that-)
Carpooler, you're the car mover, but that car′s moving me (gotta give him that-)
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie (tuah, and-)
Cartoon to me, all of y'all a cartoon to me
From inspiration y′all drew from me, tomfoolery, not cool to me!
She saw my icebox jewelry, and asked how much it cost
So I blocked her immediately (wait, what'd you do?)
Blocked her immediately (uh-huh)
She a fan? I′m in her box like a CD of me (uh-huh)
Plus I'm crossed, so I come across Vietnamese (yuh)
She wear a cross and I came across that crossed
By cumming across the cross, so I kinda came religiously (religiously)
Now I guess I'm a religious freak (religious freak)
But I don′t read no Bible, I don′t read a book (I don't)
I′m a drinker, this is just Tequila-mockingbird (wait, what?)
Tequila-mockingbird (right)
You're just a rapper ′cause you failed at being popular (that's right)
It was either that or be the hall monitor (choose one)
Teacher′s pet, popping pussy for some extra credit
Have the credit (go)
I got a hate group on Facebook, they're rather reckless (wow)
Some pale men with gray beards and a rapper fetish (wow)
Probably got early dementia and a staph infection (wow)
And haven't seen their child since the last election
Say they′re happy, but they seem quite big and bitter (yah)
They say they fighters, but they seem like women hitters (yah)
Small apartment and it reek like kitty litter (yah)
They love Wu-Tang and deep-fried chicken fingers
If she don′t 'hawk tuah′, I don't talk to her (mwah)
I′m a box muncher and a twat chewer (gotta give him that-; uh-huh)
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her (gotta give him that-; flock)
And be in the chicken's mouth every day like cock-a-doodle (hawk tuah, and-)
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval (gotta give him that-)
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler (gotta give him that-)
Carpooler, you′re the car mover, but that car's moving me (gotta give him that-)
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie
Dark energy
Used to arch her back, now she the arch enemy (uh)
Thought we'd make it far, now she a far memory (uh, what she doin′?)
Driving drunk from a dinner date, looking like Justin Timberlake
Token too tough to imitate, Token don′t tuck the dick away
Climbing inside her walls, like I'm tryna construct a prison break
Why would I tuck my bitch away?
Bitches gon′ suck and fuck until they suck at fucking anyways
And I'ma suck the tit until I fucking suck the tit away (huh?)
Bombay handler (that′s right)
Getting drunk until my calls ain't answered (brrp)
My dick rose, but it′s not named Amber
I'm eating ass, just like prostate cancer
Prostate cancer
My life's paradox, my only carry-on′s a canister
So many Marriotts, I know the Marriott managers
The kid who carry box like the Amazon handler
Fuck that, every time I meet a rapper′s bitch, they usually really a dumb ass (true)
I know rappers who hit their girl and act like it was a love-tap (true)
Me, I like a mean bitch, treat me like shit, I fuck with that (true)
Like Vicky from Fairy OddParents and Angelica from Rug rats (true)
I'm in a hundred thousand dollar car eating a crunch wrap (yah)
I′m from Massachusetts, where the motherfuckin' dunks at? (Dunks)
I don′t even drink there, I just sit there with a truck hat
Where the bitches who know how to suck 'til they cough out at lung at?
I need you (I need you) (gotta give him that-; hawk-)
I need you (you) (hawk, hawk, hawk, gotta give him that-)
If she don′t 'hawk tuah' (hawk tuah), I don′t talk to her
If she don′t 'hawk tuah′ (hawk tuah), I don't talk to her
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Gotta give him that-)
(Hawk tuah, and-, hawk tuah, and-)
Writer(s): Brian Nox Eisner, Ben Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com