Lyrics Boey - Trellion, Lee Scott

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