Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boey, artist - TrellionDate of issue: 26.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boey |
| I’m feeling lovely in the Fila rugby |
| I would fuck your bitch but her feet are ugly |
| People hug me cause the way I rap |
| Got them feeling cuddly… (I'm fuckin' with you) |
| Slug through your muscle tissue, I left your pastry sharp |
| With the safety arf but I missed of missed you |
| You don’t know what I’ma do |
| All I do is tell lies but I’m the truth |
| Keep it dumb like Soulja Boy |
| Best avoid sun like polaroids |
| 6−1-6 we the golden boys |
| Park the yacht, mid ocean with a golden buoy |
| You swear I threw a bowling ball overboard |
| I’ll throw you with it that’s the only way you’ll know for sure |
| Here’s a broken oar, now row to shore before I load the… |
| Slap a virgin hoe, in a Napapirji coat |
| Drive you crazy but I haven’t passed my theory though |
| Oh, I’ll scran your cheerios with no milk |
| I’m a man of me own ilk |
| The scally scumbag drink a beer |
| One gold tooth like Cyril Sneer |
| I used me bare hands to kill a deer |
| Get palatick and forget to eat |
| Chew a valium, then club meself to sleep |
| I live like a slob, if you want me I’ll be in hell skyping God |
| I don’t wanna find a job, catch me outside the shop like Silent Bob |
| Thirsty, eyeing your wife like I might tap it |
| Then float to shore in the Helly Hansen life jacket |
| Don’t talk business on the open line |
| Don’t decline, don’t make me load the… |
| I’m just joking mate, it’s all love |