Punt Lyrics

Bad in abundance
All in the hundreds
Men covet
We above it
Inches bundles
Bringing the trouble
Haters talk
They can shove it
Hottie so heavy
And soft wanna pet it
They can get
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Never will end it
Here for the bended
Everything mended
When I befriend it
Fans what I conjure
Get it roger
Maybe large
Bring it harder
Tight garter
Nice for starters
Rap a charter
Never a martyr
Saucy tarter
And I'm hotter
Get more damns
Then an otter
Like to bowl
Call me a potter
Got the soul
Still smarter
I'm what's needed
A conceited
Boss
How I'm treated
They retreated
Cus I own the
Floss
I'm not teething
Double sickly
Cold status
I say strictly
More matters
Secreted with a
Bit of
Posh
As if I'm reading
Hip hop
And the bop
Im messing
With the pop
Can't stop
On top
The win
I cop
Such a queen
Very slick
More spit
Than a lick
To slay
What I pick
Serving you
A kick with a
Punt
Score goals on the roll
In control so droll
That pro with that whoa
Like bunt
And we will strike
Every night
Win a game with all my might
Ready steady for the fight
Aim for the keister
Such a teamster
Hunt like it Easter
Let me teach ya
Off in the ether
Ball go flying
Only if I keep my
On trying
And if you ask
I will be fine
Polished
No shoe but shine
Demolish the
Duped kind
Abolish and
They decline
Lose negative
In the decadent
Why I talk can
Be a sedative
And you know this
Game competitive
All my points
In consecutive
I'm indicative
Of some primitive
Cave status
How I practice
Insensitive
Get the brunt of it
Hunted good
Madness
Risen awakened
And it's known
I'm the assailant
Of the fo And it no game
More us a show
Gaining fame
Even though
They test how we
Dressed but
Words get
Compressed
We the oppressed
Turn abreast to
Who need to get
Suppressed
My court
No defendant
My prize
Many a pendant
Player so
Independent
Of the greatest
I'm a defendant
Being the stadium
Into unrest
With some idiom
In the text
Allow me to vocalize
It loud and
Get the crowd
So perplexed
Punt
Score goals on the roll
In control so droll
That pro with that whoa
Like bunt
And we will strike
Every night
Win a game with all my might
Ready steady for the fight
Kinda like I'm
African
Ain't bout the
Masculine
Yes I'm a
cub but my
Name ain't
Addison
Be where the
Dollars been
Honest and in a
Modest skin
But to a challenge
I'm akin
Fills all their mind
With that chagrin
Trouble opponents
Make em road it
Scurrying while I
Get a bonus
Leave em stranded
In some coldness
I be the bandit
And they notice
Flow on water
A lotus
That my operandi
Modus
All the fakery
It bogus
Corny attire them
Worn out togas
Society the
Fabric of
Anxiety the
Magic
Make this
Wonderful
Cultural
Stuff
A riot be a
Coming a
Fire of a
Summit
Where the
Musket
Bringing it
Tough they
End up slumping
Knock em down
Earth thumping
All around
Try me
Stay surrounded
I'm why this
Country founded
How I describe all
Them begrudging
Yes boo dunking
With the lunging
Track better bump it
When they plummet
I pummel them again
Punt
Score goals on the roll
In control so droll
That pro with that whoa
Like bunt
And we will strike
Every night
Win a game with all my might
Ready steady for the fight

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