Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boey, artist - Trellion
Date 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 |