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‎gang - boof bois lyrics

[verse 1: williguess]
yo, i’m in the desert
i left my heart bleedin’ on the record
for the record, i bring the heat like a sweatshirt
float on this sh*t like a feather
yo, my girl tell me to shut up and i do
i’m p*ssin’ myself as if i was 2
who are you to tell me i’m not the man?
when i got the*
the game in my hand like a hand full of sand
you know i spit it nasty like spam
boof bois hostin’ the next denny’s grand slam
i’m hardly bothered by the politics of the rap game
i wanna watch the world burn
i feel like travis scott at that one concert with the microphone stand
i feel like i might go and do a handstand
i’m standin’ out in the game
all this fame, man, get out of my lane
i’m sayin’ you better die
before i make you out to be like a pie in the sky
i’m flyin’ on the beat like an eagle
i’m here with my good friend sam keigel
i’m watchin’ legaleagle like “shut up, n0body wanna hear that”
i’m watchin’ “better call saul” while i’m eatin’ a chicken parmesan sandwich
i’m tellin’ saul to do sh*t but he’s not listening
whatever though, i’m on this beat and this verse is glistening
yeah, i’m having s*x, i’m never finishing
i’m gliding on the beat like a hockey puck
boof bois 2023, you know what’s up
aye
[verse 2: keze]
yo
i got phallic imagery in my head
i got some good girls giving me head
i gotta get outta bed and i hit my head
i went to the doctor and had to check my head
he said, “you gotta step up your bread”, so i went and read 32 books
that’s why i got 32 hooks
32 bars like i’m goin’ to jail
i gotta make bail by exposin’ my tax history
my history is that i gotta p*ss, tony
tony is the cop’s name and i p*ss with no shame
on my own shor* on my own sh* on my own shorts, call that liam neeson
i can’t understand what you are preachin’
i got my own religion
it’s called “boof boi*ism” and i’ve been forgiven
this is the birth of music as we know it
i don’t show it, but i’m incredibly uncomfortable in my own skin, i call that foreskin
p*n*s skin on my hands like i murdered a man while in a handstand
jesus christ, man
i’m just like sam
i be shootin’ videos and sh*t
and they super, uber cool
sh*t
i’m runnin’ around in clown makeup like the insane clown posse
yeah, i’m* i’m with my posse, that’s the boof bois
we makin’ noise every single day, 24/7
hey, don’t look at me like that, man
makin’ me uncomfortable, again
please stop
[verse 3: dee iv]
i’m at a hotel and i just used room service to order pasta
got that sh*t and it tasted like the sh*t was straight outta red lobster
b*tch so high she felt like she was falling like mufasa
she was really laying on the floor, though
this b*tch might just really love drama
took an ice bath and it felt like a jacuzzi
got out of it way too fast now i’m startin to feel woozy
b*tch suck me so good, i had to roll my eyes like lil uzi
gave a white n*gga a black eye, now for him it looks like we shooting “i love lucy”
i be out here sh*tting bricks like the commodores
then i rip my shirt off like hulk hogan and say “do you want some more?”
stained my faces hoodie twice, sh*t fell on me like, “bam!”
it was my own fault but i’mma still do what i always do and blame sam
kendrick’s third best project is the 2017 album titled “d*mn.”
anybody tryna debate that take i’mma make them get to steppin’ like martin kickin’ out pam

[verse 4: gray mcdonk]
boutta make a war movie just so i can win an oscar
the sand gonna look dry as f*ck like a betty crocker cake made by white people who the scariest thing they’ve ever seen is a walking dead walker
mix the explosions loud as f*ck so you don’t hear any small talker
bullets gonna damage your eardrums like a transformer new yorker
tried to write a verse to this beat and will said i don’t need to have a flow so i took the one line i wrote with a flow, named it margaret and i tossed her
my mama heard “joe mama biden deez nuts” and said to put it on gawker
i’m like, “b*tch, who gives a single godd*mn flying f*ck about gawker?”
i looked up gawker on google to see if it was still up and it is
the tagline for their sh*t is ,“gawker. it’s a website on the internet”, and that’s some f*cking millennial bullsh*t
i would say someone should mr. robot their severs but i don’t wanna push it
but then again, i just said it so yeah b*tch, i’m gonna push it
gawker should be pulled down from the face of existence
i don’t know what the f*ck gawker even is and honestly i don’t care even one bit
i’m gonna calm down before john h. gawker k!lls me with a rattlesnake poison laced bullet
anyway back to the war movie, i’m gonna get sam to direct it
not cause i think he’d be a good fit, i just want to stop him from making music videos with lady gaga cause it makes me jealous
honestly, f*ck the war movie now, i’m over it
i just burned my mouth on some too hot mama bear ass porridge
i wanna drop out from college
[censored] should be demolished
we all know books burning is symbolic
snuck into the bar to drink some awesome ass alcoholic c*cktails and f*cking choked on an olive
i ran out of water and drank clear nail polish
looked at the clock and thought, “how the f*ck is it 10:00?”
my hr manager scheduled me to work tomorrow even though i’m on vacation so when i don’t show up tomorrow, they’ll be pikachu shocked
and i’m not referencing the meme, i work in electrical maintenance to keep silly little monsters from shocking people
this verse is making me realize i should go pray at a steeple
nah f*ck that, i’m just gonna go watch a movie with jason siegel
i haven’t seen “the internship” in a while so maybe that
my mom said that “owen wilson” is our best song and i said b*tch that’s cap
i don’t know which one it is but i know it’s not that one, i know d*mn well it’s not this one either
on second thought i should go see that preacher
preacher? i hardly know her
f*ck this sh*t i’m just gonna go listen to “latch” by disclosure and sam smith
f*ck kim petras too, she’s a b*tch
[outro: keze]

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