BOY
Boy, boy
Walk out, on a pussy boy
I give a fuck I brought the truck so I could get to dumpin'
Sumn' bout the way I fuck making this bitch freak out
Also sumn' in the way I speak that make these bitches
Stand u-u-u-up don't give a fu-uck
She suck the venom and spit it ou-out
She don't do drugs so I make her piss in a cup
Bitch meet your maker imma stick you in the queso
I needed some shit with some bop in it
And I pull out the coupe just so you see me fly
Mm, yeah
Walk out, the fleece pants pussy color, mm yummy
I reek of incense but make dollars
I admit it's not hundreds yet but I'm
Snow ballin' week by week the cents add up, bitch
My penis is doing well, my health is doing well
The wells fillin' up, did I mention I got pussy on my penis
Prolly fucked about a thousand times at this point, boy
Constantly botherin' doubtin' endowed with a fountain among titans
Tighten up the mountains boy landlocked now
Boy with his hands coy in the real-time, boy boy shut up
Boy
That sounded terribIe
The tenor section was weak!
Wasn't our fauIt, boss
Hermey didn't show up
What?
Why weren't you at—
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I shoulda known that you
That you make me feel
That you make me feel like, no
And I see it in your eyes that I should've know-known
Na na na, na
See it in your eyes that I should've known
Should've known
Boy you a Silverado drivin' mothafucka
Spicy salsa hot like Chicago
Spanish girl pussy is spicy
And I got two Mexicanos its like tomato tomato
And you bad like Michael Jackson
And yo bitch fat like the
Parody of Michael Jackson
And you weird, yo ankles ashy
You the type to ask me if I want onions on my peanut butter sandwich
Boy
That's so stupid
I got my hands open
Boy smoke in my face like Macaulay, wait, Seth Rogen
Cookin' up the utchy kutchy left the pot roastin', uh
Forgot the pop and now ya self loathin', smoke
She eat dopamine when she say choke me
She say she say love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
And gettin comfortable two cups for me and the constable
Really cussin' out my name deep down, you built like a boy
Walk out, on a pussy boy
I give a fuck I brought the truck so I could get to dumpin'
Sumn' bout the way I fuck making this bitch freak out
Also sumn' in the way I speak that make these bitches
Stand u-u-u-up don't give a fu-uck
She suck the venom and spit it ou-out
She don't do drugs so I make her piss in a cup
Bitch meet your maker imma stick you in the queso
I needed some shit with some bop in it
And I pull out the coupe just so you see me fly
Mm, yeah
Walk out, the fleece pants pussy color, mm yummy
I reek of incense but make dollars
I admit it's not hundreds yet but I'm
Snow ballin' week by week the cents add up, bitch
My penis is doing well, my health is doing well
The wells fillin' up, did I mention I got pussy on my penis
Prolly fucked about a thousand times at this point, boy
Constantly botherin' doubtin' endowed with a fountain among titans
Tighten up the mountains boy landlocked now
Boy with his hands coy in the real-time, boy boy shut up
Boy
That sounded terribIe
The tenor section was weak!
Wasn't our fauIt, boss
Hermey didn't show up
What?
Why weren't you at—
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I shoulda known that you
That you make me feel
That you make me feel like, no
And I see it in your eyes that I should've know-known
Na na na, na
See it in your eyes that I should've known
Should've known
Boy you a Silverado drivin' mothafucka
Spicy salsa hot like Chicago
Spanish girl pussy is spicy
And I got two Mexicanos its like tomato tomato
And you bad like Michael Jackson
And yo bitch fat like the
Parody of Michael Jackson
And you weird, yo ankles ashy
You the type to ask me if I want onions on my peanut butter sandwich
Boy
That's so stupid
I got my hands open
Boy smoke in my face like Macaulay, wait, Seth Rogen
Cookin' up the utchy kutchy left the pot roastin', uh
Forgot the pop and now ya self loathin', smoke
She eat dopamine when she say choke me
She say she say love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
She say that she love me
I don't think she love me
And gettin comfortable two cups for me and the constable
Really cussin' out my name deep down, you built like a boy
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Writer(s): Dion Vrijland
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