Boogie Woogie (feat. Gay Rights Bastard & Him)

Four big guys (four big guys)
Tell them to hold my balls
Jergen
There's two of them?
You'll wanna get this on record
Use my phone, use my phone
Aw shit, aw fuck, you fucking-
Turn the flash on
Sour gone (sour gone)

Hey, Apple-

Honey on my buns for the clout I'm depressed
Your mom calls me and I'm there by every request
How are your hands?
We've never been here before
Call me referee the way I'm settling my scores
I couldn't help but notice your lack of hair
She pulverize my pear till I'm back in despair
Your sins have gone far beyond redemption
We alone are the exception

Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around

Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie-

What?

Yoinky on my sploinky while I'm hitting the pen
She always on my block cause I got so much to spend
Titanium balls and a penis made of lead
I'm feeling high as fuck
You should've gone for the head
I am the honored one, there's no need to stall
Toni boutta hit 'em with the purple ball
My brother and I lower the population
His type of woman fills me with inspiration

Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around
Up and down and all around

Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie, boogie woogie

Love so strong my heart's gonna burst
No matter what my brother always comes first
You're just a curse that I failed to disperse
But the son of Poseidon will put you in a hearse
This fight's already much bigger than you
Do you really think you'll clutch a 1v2?
The boogie woogie is never truly dead
I'm feeling high as fuck
You should've gone for the head

Holy shit this goes so fucking hard
No one else can go bar for bard
Slaying dragons and puss like I'm Donkey
Macklemore on that beat, cold ass honkey
How are your hands?
We've never been here before
Call me dungeon master the way I'm building dad lore
Your sins have gone far beyond redemption
We alone are the exception

Flavor hits (flavor hits)

All my fellas



Credits
Writer(s): Prince Jones, Marshall Frank, Maxwell Harwood, Garrett Barstad, Deuce Hans
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