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24 hour song - the boys - the boys (vr) lyrics

(verse 1: mully)
those aren’t peaches b*tch! (nope)
those are apples b*tch! (yeah)
and when i bang your mom she’s
on her gaggle sh*t! (choking)
to h*ll with it…
i’m h*lla rich!
and if she ain’t payin’ for dinner
then i’ll smack the b*tch!
hippopotamus
my lunch is bottomless!
thirty on dinners
while your staying profitless!
it’s off its tits
we never miss!
i’m funding single moms
and buying their kids chicken sausages

(pre*verse 2: narrator)
woah mully! easy there!
sorry about my friend everyone!
he can bе a little crazy sometimes…
but now it’s timе for yourfavoritenarrator
the wholesome boy!
to bring it back to ya 😉
(verse 2: narrator)
got your girl giving head
to the beat of the song
slurping it down like tea
cause i’m oolong
spreading this credit he just like amiro
passion like fire from these lyrics
i wrote
everyone calls me wholesome and
while i agree
that’s only one part that you
know about me
from my guns to my jokes
i’m ready to strike
so what if i actually rap something like*

(pre*verse 3: narrator)
ha ha! ohh, f*cking f*ck
honey bunches
my pants are soo full!

(verse 3: eddie)
hola, it’s me! your mexicano friend!
one fifth of the boys, til the end
we bringing you this song
while we sippin and pourin
took your lunch money while
your snoozin and snorin
heard you were talkin sh*t?
i think that’s kinda lame..
now i’m at your front door
on my sssniperwolf game
no shame
cause she got money and fame
hope she don’t end up broke like
boogie2988 (uh)
i only speak the truth! (yuh)
i’m in the vocal booth (woo)
i’ll teach you how to build a f*cking wall
and climb it too! (ha)
you punks think it’s all a farce
til i spit the f*cking bars
take a look at the accolades
b*tch i wanna see your face
when i hit the charts!
sitting with the w*lly
i’ma spit em with the rhythm
all the lyrics gonna feed em
then i’ma spit em with the venom
i’ll become a f*cking villain
take a seat under the ceiling
when you feel it you just thought
i died and went to heaven
i be rapping and flowing
and making music i be growin
and show these motherf*ckers
who the king is
then keep on going
and i’m throwing these
lyrical punches
i never stop until the sun
is glowing
i got rice, beans, potatoes, tomatoes
tortillas, el cerdo de pollo compuerdo
it’s your mexican boy
tryna get some papers!
make me a citizen por favour! (bidens 81s birthday, make him
a citizen b*tch! yeah!)
(verse 4: juicy)
it’s juicy!
got a lotta, lotta, lotta that
thinkin’ that i should call her back
too much time out here talking smack
i know that my boys got my back
so like a million dollars of socks
even talk to me about your penny stocks
miss my family to the east with everday
pop a tin i went in f*ckin’ running away
making dummy moves with half a braincell
that i started with
everything that i parted with
my bank account makes commas flinch
the bottle here is bottomless
i’m all in this b*tch
i’m kim the sitch
i won’t even flinch
yo grandma a b*tch

(verse 5: josh)
stop (why?)
i need to charge my car!
my tesla model s
cannot keep up with these bars!
i have to weigh my wallet
but i won’t pay for winrar
and when i f*ck i burn more
rubber than a f*cking nascar
d*d*d*mn b*tch, this track is bussin
tri*tri*tripping on this beat like it’s
robitussin
is that you girl blushing?
dripping like cheap plumbing?
shiit even ben shapiro’s wife’s gushing
i stay up all night when i’m writing a recording
my cocaine is so white police let it
go without warning
my girlfriend is my sock
and yes i can endorse this
like an autistic kid with a glock
you can call me special forces

- the boys vr lyrics

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