a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

wiener dollar$ - digbar & jake hole lyrics

[intro: jake hole]
la*dee*da*dee*da
figaro, figaro
j*j*j*j*jake hole
i love you, mr. hole!

[chorus: jake hole]
if*if*if i had a dollar for each wiener in my b*tt (in my b*tt)
guess what?
i’d prolly have a whole lot of dollars
with all due respect, sir, i don’t mean offense (uh*uh)
just need you to understand
i want your son, not your daughter (i want your son)
big buff dude, he be packing big meat (ay)
wouldn’t need to get on knees if he was any taller (no, no, no, no)
ladies and gents, actually, just gents
budududu, bwoam, facetime, just holler at me

[verse 1: jake hole]
big fat b*tt (ay) with some big fat meat (uh*huh)
i got some big fat nuts that can big fat swing (big nuts, ay)
i say go ahead and cheat, ‘long as they meet me (hahaha)
not talking defense whеn i give good d (let’s go)
forget a friеnd zone (oh), we in the men zone (oh)
start geeking when i see two men bone (yes i do)
if his b*tt round (what?), he can get flown (aye)
but i’mma fly him back if the head blows (facts)
y’all be hating on the b*tt, but i be calling it dinner (yuh)
i be striking and grappling like i’m conor mcgregor (big conor)
you better post pics of booty if i follow on twitter (what)
i guess i mean “x”, bro, just show me your titters (titters)
[pre*chorus: jake hole]
my cake well*rounded like shohei ohtani
in the splash zone of the dude tsunami
i be diving in his booty like a kamikaze
steady folding up his body like it’s origami (ay, ay, ay)

[chorus: jake hole]
if*if*if i had a dollar for each wiener in my b*tt (in my b*tt)
guess what?
i’d prolly have a whole lot of dollars
with all due respect, sir, i don’t mean offense (uh*uh)
just need you to understand
i want your son, not your daughter (i want your son)
big buff dude, he be packing big meat (ay)
wouldn’t need to get on knees if he was any taller (no, no, no, no)
ladies and gents, actually, just gents
budududu, bwoam, facetime, just holler at me

[bridge: digbar]
one thousand two hundred and ninety eight?
yup
one thousand two hundred and ninety nine?
should be one more
thirteen hundred?!

[verse 2: digbar]
if what jake said is true, then i got thirteen hundred dollars in my cake
but that’s rookie numbers
keeping my sh*t clean, there ain’t no dookie b*tter
man, it’s p*n*s gang, b*tch, we ain’t f*cking with no coochie lovers
i get up in a male box like an envelope
that sh*t made me ba*rock, d*ck black like obama, bro
hawk tuah, come spit on this thing like you hailey welch
jam it in your throat until you choke, let out your daily belch
spank him with my meat, it’s like a belt, and i’m gon’ make him welt
he said i got good wood, like, how you think that made me felt?
that sh*t made me tear up because he said such a thing
i’mma blow his booty down like hurricane helene
if you tryna get that b*tt, then come and join on my team
hook my d*ck inside his b*tt, it got me looking like kareem
i’mma speed through his booty like i didn’t see the stop sign
dig and jake, they be eating on that cake like it’s popeyes
who the best cheek clapper in the game? better not lie
i got dig, jake, dig, jake, and dig, that’s the top five
had to find a new n*gga with a b*tt that’s a little bigger
i couldn’t f*ck my last dude, he was a brittle n*gger
i had to do a hole test with my middle finger
hit him from the back and then i take him out for chicken liver
[chorus: jake hole]
if*if*if i had a dollar for each wiener in my b*tt (in my b*tt)
guess what?
i’d prolly have a whole lot of dollars
with all due respect, sir, i don’t mean offense (uh*uh)
just need you to understand
i want your son, not your daughter (i want your son)
big buff dude, he be packing big meat (ay)
wouldn’t need to get on knees if he was any taller (no, no, no, no)
ladies and gents, actually, just gents
budududu, bwoam, facetime, just holler at me

- digbar jake hole lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular