Double Bogey
I swear to god
I'll fuck anyone up in mini golf
Fuck what they taking 'bout
Fucking mini golf god
Fuck you Tom Wood
(The crispy treats are stale)
Bitch I'm a problem and everyone knows it
I put in effort, I don't even show it
Don't give a fuck, that's how I approach it
Yeah I'm erect, and I can't control it
Stale Cracker made the beat and composed it
Point out the dick you can bet that I own it
Got a loan from the bank and I owe it
If I don't pay it, then they can tow it
The way you're acting bitch you should get a trophy
With all that acting bitch you should get a Tony
All your shits fake, boy you a phony
How you hate me but you don't even know me?
You are not my friend, you're not my homie
Stop making shit up, you're full of bologna
Your shits cheesy just like macaroni
Your pictures photoshopped just like Adobe
You don't got no friends, bitch boy you are lonely
She get rejected just like a goalie
Yeah I got the sauce like ravioli
My wrist is icy yeah my wrist is snowy
24 Bitches just like I'm Kobe
She know how to ride the dick just like a pony
You need to speed up, you're riding it slowly
I need that pussy bald just like its Moby
I won't hit if its hairy like Yogi
My bars are flames put em out like I'm Smokey
Send shots to your head just like Nairobi
She said she's wet, so I said show me
Slap it into your hole now it's a Double Bogey
Stick my dick in her mouth like a hoagie
It's time to make the bread, just checked my rollie
Got her singing out like it's karaoke
Bitch I make a scene, she wanna see my peen
Bust on her jeans, Monica Lewinsky
With the cream, yeah it's obscene
Sippin on lean, yeah my pockets green
We're in a different league, we on different teams
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean?
I'm like Charlie Sheen, with the HIV
She want a taste but I told her there's a fee
Bitch I'm a problem and everyone knows it
I put in effort, I don't even show it
I don't give a fuck, that's how I approach it
Yeah I'm erect and I can't control it
Stale Cracker made the beat and he composed it
Point out the dick you can bet that I own it
Got a loan from the bank and I owe it
If I don't pay it, then they can tow it
Oh you like Out of Lotion, don't you know that I wrote it?
Doing numbers, didn't even promote it
Didn't buy ads you see when you're scrolling
Nice song bro, naw I'm just trollin
I told her to chill because she was choking
I'm almost there just gotta keep stroking
The way she do that shit got me moaning
I'm the king of New York, nah I'm just joking
I'll fuck anyone up in mini golf
Fuck what they taking 'bout
Fucking mini golf god
Fuck you Tom Wood
(The crispy treats are stale)
Bitch I'm a problem and everyone knows it
I put in effort, I don't even show it
Don't give a fuck, that's how I approach it
Yeah I'm erect, and I can't control it
Stale Cracker made the beat and composed it
Point out the dick you can bet that I own it
Got a loan from the bank and I owe it
If I don't pay it, then they can tow it
The way you're acting bitch you should get a trophy
With all that acting bitch you should get a Tony
All your shits fake, boy you a phony
How you hate me but you don't even know me?
You are not my friend, you're not my homie
Stop making shit up, you're full of bologna
Your shits cheesy just like macaroni
Your pictures photoshopped just like Adobe
You don't got no friends, bitch boy you are lonely
She get rejected just like a goalie
Yeah I got the sauce like ravioli
My wrist is icy yeah my wrist is snowy
24 Bitches just like I'm Kobe
She know how to ride the dick just like a pony
You need to speed up, you're riding it slowly
I need that pussy bald just like its Moby
I won't hit if its hairy like Yogi
My bars are flames put em out like I'm Smokey
Send shots to your head just like Nairobi
She said she's wet, so I said show me
Slap it into your hole now it's a Double Bogey
Stick my dick in her mouth like a hoagie
It's time to make the bread, just checked my rollie
Got her singing out like it's karaoke
Bitch I make a scene, she wanna see my peen
Bust on her jeans, Monica Lewinsky
With the cream, yeah it's obscene
Sippin on lean, yeah my pockets green
We're in a different league, we on different teams
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean?
I'm like Charlie Sheen, with the HIV
She want a taste but I told her there's a fee
Bitch I'm a problem and everyone knows it
I put in effort, I don't even show it
I don't give a fuck, that's how I approach it
Yeah I'm erect and I can't control it
Stale Cracker made the beat and he composed it
Point out the dick you can bet that I own it
Got a loan from the bank and I owe it
If I don't pay it, then they can tow it
Oh you like Out of Lotion, don't you know that I wrote it?
Doing numbers, didn't even promote it
Didn't buy ads you see when you're scrolling
Nice song bro, naw I'm just trollin
I told her to chill because she was choking
I'm almost there just gotta keep stroking
The way she do that shit got me moaning
I'm the king of New York, nah I'm just joking
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Nut
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