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the backyard boys – stevie wonder flow lyrics

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[intro: hot rod]
i’ve got this acid but i can’t do it
well…i’ll do it

backyard boys
repping that 203
#freegeorge
#steviewonderflow
who say you gotta know how to rap to rap?
i’ll see what i can do

[lil’squilliam]
you rappers scr-w-ng up the game
hour after hour
we here to save it
call us timmy howard
but no tourette’s
we better than the rest
yeah, we flow like taco bell
because we’ll give you the sweats

[benjeezy]
no chipotle
lonely island wordplay
chilling on a boat
eat burritos with a mermaid
a bird in the house
flow faster than a mouse
got your girl backstage
why you still wearing that blouse?

[lil’squilliam]
new to the show
and we might blow
shaking up the game
with that stevie wonder flow
not blind or black
but we spitting on this track
using ap lit swag
to make up for what we lack

[benjeezy]
get to higher ground
no rappers to be found
ain’t no superst-tions
only good luck surrounds
how you doing ma’am
sacrifice you like a lamb
yeah, we keep the flow kosher
but we bout to go ham

[verse 1]
they call me sharp young
conquer this game like troy
because i’m the motherf-cking greeks
and yal are the decoy
a trojan horse
you a wussy with no hope
call the pope, you’re a joke
i bet you like to drop the soap

hot tub chilling
women that be willing
they ride me like a coaster
what you know about thrilling?
don’t start to sweat
you ain’t seen nothing yet
they call me posiedon
god of making hoes wet

i’m a preacher, hot chick, i’mma breach her
i don’t play basketball, but give me data on these features
i stick to puck, and i still don’t give a f-ck
think you can rap with me, bruh, you out of luck

don’t try to hate, you’ll never be this great
i’m the w-lly mays of women, you’ve never even seen home plate
f-cking poser, this rap needs some closure
so call it mariano, because this line’s my closer

[verse 2]
i’m goin in!
whipping in that prius, wishing you could be us
eat a dozen donuts, tryna get that diabeetus
call me wilford brimley, you dusty like chimney
got 3 hoes like santa, they rustling my jimmies

i’m like a pizza chef, the way i’m making dough
i’m out all night, laying pipe, it’s me, mario!
spit fire like i’m bowser, burning down the house-r
when we drop this track, all you haters going wow-ser

her appet-te, it’s pouring, she is adoring
call me sage the gemini, gas pedal, i’m flooring
put her through the motions, m-ssage with that lotion
drown in your girl, swim good, no frank ocean

ain’t no boy scout, but i could pitch your tent
you can call me chief keef, turn up 3hunna percent
shoutout to data and greg, you guys set the trend
but like franco and rogen, b-tch, this is the end



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