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digbar & jake hole - boutta blow! lyrics

[intro: jake hole]
j_j_j_jake hole
i love you, mr. hole!

[verse 1: jake hole]
i woke up too freaky, like, man, i feel restless
running to the booty like i’m tryna run a business
dude too skinny, need him thick with the br__stses
stroke game champion, let ’em know who the best is
reckless, i don’t need a jimmy, i’m a beast
lay his b_tt on a table, ’bout to do him like a feast
when i’m done, i need floss, got something in my t__th
take your booty in the night, then i’m gone like a thief
big jake with the cake, stretch booty like finn’s dog
monеy in my hand, you would think i was a findom
thought i was straight? pipe down, ’cause you big wrong
pipe down his throat thеn i ride on his big log
ping_pong, back and forth with the b_lls
b_tt like a fort so i break down his walls
he blow up my phone while i blow up the stall
got boxers on the floor like leaves in the fall, huh

[chorus: jake hole]
lube it up, hop in, slide, huh
think i’m ’boutta lose my mind, huh
i’m shy, look away, wave, “hi!”
i love dating women, i lied
peter piper, certified web shooter
g_y p_rnstar, certified web shooter
face down, cake up, for the man cooter
i think i’m about to blow
[verse 2: digbar]
man, i think i’mma blow
f_ckin’ a dude and his name uncle joe
went to his crib to eat food and just smoke
but it turned into golf ’cause we started to stroke
putt_putt with them big ol’ nuts
i get a bogey when i’m stroking in his big ol’ b_tt
looked at me, then he grabbed my chin
all a sudden, i’m surrounded by five big men
and they all 6’10”
one had a jersey on, sh_t said “big ben” (big ben)
oh no, it’s gonna happen again
five dudes taking turns and they tagging ’em in (tagging ’em in)
i’m ’bout to blow me a load on his face and his b_tt
like a baker, i need me some cake and some nuts
and some dude just brought lube, that sh_t came in a clutch
paint his face like van gogh, guess i’m g_y and i’m dutch
uh

[chorus: jake hole]
lube it up, hop in, slide, huh
think i’m ’boutta lose my mind, huh
i’m shy, look away, wave, “hi!”
i love dating women, i lied
peter piper, certified web shooter
g_y p_rnstar, certified web shooter
face down, cake up, for the man cooter
i think i’m about to blow
[verse 3: jake hole & digbar]
his booty dry like a popeyes biscuit
i’mma need me a drink and it stink when i l!ck it
just a thong and some shoes, i think it’s a sick fit
i’m black so i came pre_installed with some d_ck lips
my meat sticking out like a misfit
d_ck bigger than the print in his pants, that’s a misprint
my mouth open wide, i’m in awe of his thickness
like shaq at the line, with his meat, i’mma brick it
he said he ain’t thick, like, he sayin’ he big_boned
his back h_lla big, that sh_t sound like a big gong
all of my dudes got tattoos of a barcode
scan it and they send me money for hard bone
i’m good with the rim like i’m dominick barlow
how the f_ck do you know about dominick barlow?
s_x in the yukon, then s_x in the tahoe
i’mma introduce you to my n_ggas tomorrow

[outro: jake hole]
yes sir, bruh
biggy diggy
jake with the cake
creamville, you already know what it is
if you don’t like— if you don’t like us, then, then
frick you

- digbar jake hole lyrics

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