Bingo Night

Sunday night
Rockin' on down to the old folks home
And I'm feelin' alright
You know
I'm boss at bingo
B5, scrubs
I'm gonna get dubs
Yeah

When I get into a game, I don't mess around
They so scared of my skill their pantses turn browned
Then I go up to the stage and get my buy-in
So lets turn around and get ourselves this epic win

The bingo balls are rollin' round in their cage
And the caller's lookin baller when he's up on the stage
And it'll make you rage
How good I am
Those geezers'll be even more smoked than smoked ham

Sunday night
Rockin' on down to the old folks home
And I'm feelin' alright
You know
I'm boss at bingo
B5, scrubs
I'm gonna get dubs

I'll buy-in
As many cards as I can
To get wins
Got all the cash in my bins

Hell yeah, I'm landing all of my rhymes
Placing tokens on time
Cooking ribs to the prime
I swear, just gotta fill out this square

Stumpin' senior citizens with a sizeable set of skills
That bring in big bucks, ballin' till I gotta pay my bills
But my style's lackin', the color's off like Rachel Dolezal
Still, I'm spittin' slick, winnin' Coverall in overalls
They tryna shout it out but really just end up throwin' their back out
And my dauber's runnin' low so that means I'm gettin' a stack out
Blackout, blackout, blackout That's the way it goes
And when I'm flowin' prose, better know boy, better know

I'm itchin' for a bingo and my next crack hit, ah
Charles, pass the burger, wait, no cheese on it?
Damn I thought it, need an old shawty
With no top or bottom teeth
It's hotter
Now I gotta sell my next born daughter, no father
Broke cause of bingo, yo tengo nada
I'm pink like flamingos eatin' shit like John Waters
Hold up, gotta check my card again, shit

Sunday night
Rockin' on down to the old folks home
And I'm feelin' alright
You know
I'm boss at bingo
B5, scrubs
I'm gonna get dubs

I win!
Yaaay!



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Writer(s): Alex Walter
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