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the boys (vr) - old champagne lyrics
[verse 1: mully]
those aren’t peaches, b_tch
those are apples, b_tch
and when i bag your mom, she on her gaggle, sh_t (choking)
to h_ll with it
i’m h_lla rich!
but, if she ain’t paying for dinner, then i’ll smack the b_tch!
hippopotamus
my lunch is bottomless
thirty on dinners while you staying profitless
it’s off its tits
we never miss
i’m funding single moms who buy their kids chicken sausages
[verse 2: narrator]
woah, mully, easy there
sorry about my friend everyone
he can be a little crazy sometimes
but, now, it’s time for your favorite narrator
the wholesome boy, to bring it back to you
got your girl giving head to the beat of the song
slurping it down like tea, ’cause i’m oolong (ooh, long)
spending this credit just like i’m iro
passion from fire, just like these lyrics i wrote
everyone calls me wholesome, and while i agree
that’s only one part that you know about me
from my guns to my jokes, i’m ready to strike
so, what if i actually rap something, like?
haha! ooh, f_cking f_ck honey bunches!
my pants are so full!
[verse 3: eddie]
hola! it’s me! your mexicano friend!
one fifth of the boys (the boys)
till the end
we bringing you this song while we sipping and pouring
took your lunch money while you snoozing and snoring
heard you were talking sh_t
i think that’s kinda lame
now, i’m at your front door on my sssniperwolf game
no shame
’cause she got money and fame
hope she don’t end up broke like boogie2988, uh
i only speak the truth (yeah)
i’m in the vocal booth (woo!)
i’ll teach you how to build a f_cking wall and climb it too (ha!)
you punks think it’s all a farce
till i spit these f_cking bars (tell ’em)
take a loot at the accolades
b_tch, i wanna see your face when i hit the charts
sitting with the w_lly, i’ma spit ’em with the rhythm
all the lyrics gonna feed ’em, then i’ma spit ’em with the venom
i become a f_cking villain, take a seat under the ceiling
break it to you when you feel it
you just thought i went to heaven
i be rapping and flowing, and making music
i be growing and showing these motherf_ckers who the king
and then keep on going
and i’m throwing these lyrical punches
and never stop until the sun is glowing! (woo!)
i got rice, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, tortillas
el cerdo de pollo con puerco
it’s your mexican boy tryna get some papers
make me a citizen, por favor!
[verse 4: juicy]
gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that
thinking that i should call her back
too much time out here talking smack
i know that my boys got my back
so, like a million dollars of socks
even talk to me about your penny stocks
miss my family to the east with every day
pop a tin, i went in, f_cking running away
making dummy moves with half a braincell that i started with
everything that i parted with
my bank account makes commas flinch
the bottom here is bottomless
i’m all in this b_tch, i’m kim with the sitch
i won’t even flinch, your grandma a b_tch
[verse 5: josh]
stop! (why?)
i need to charge my car! (oh)
my tesla model s cannot keep up with these bars!
i have to weigh my wallet, but i won’t pay for winrar!
and when i f_ck, i burn more rubber than a f_cking nascar
d_d_d_d_mn b_tch
this track is bussin’
t_t_t_tripping on the beat like it’s robitussin
is that your girl blushing? dripping like cheap plumbing?
sh_t, even ben shapiro’s wife’s gushing!
i stay up all night when i’m writing and recording
my cocaine is so white, police let it go with a warning
my girlfriend is my sock, and yes, i can endorse this
like an autistic kid with a glock, you can call me “special forces”
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