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the basement bois - nintendhoe lyrics

(lil acid)
pull up in a foreign whip
chilling with a foreign b-tch
she told me that she left you because you got a four inch d-ck
me and silk be getting lit
me and silk be k!lling it
watching stuart little while all our lean is getting mixed

now i’m chilling with your mom and she looking so fine
im boutta school her -ss like it’s f-cking colombine
light up sketchers on my feet
flashing while i k!ll this beat
chilling with your b-tch
while i k!ll the beat and spit some heat

i got a honda civic and your mom likes f-cking in it
but i had to ditch her -ss when she kicked my seat and split it
scooting off the track on my f-cking razor scooter
busted in her eye yes i’m a sharp shooter
bored of this beat let the track cool
i snapped to hard time for silk to make a sound

(silk)
is my heart a ‘tendo switch, cuz all she do is play with it/
b-tch be catching more b-lls than a f-cking baseball mitt/
hit it, then you know i had to quit it/
like a banana i had to split it/
so now she moved on to lil acid/
eyy/
b-tch i’m pulling up like your f-cking lederhosen/
makin’ it rain like i’m your f-cking weatherwoman/
everywhere we go the ladies trynna get are d-cks/
when we flex our iced out omnitrix/
my last girl had more daddy issues than luke skywalker/
your aunty left me on read, so i guess i’m gonna stalk her/
unlike lil acid rapping ’bout his s-xual activity/
i’m just tryna spread a message of positivity/
like always loving all my homies/
even when they got a couple extra chromies/
or always respecting all women/
cuz they be working hard in that kitchen/
(stay woke)
this beat going harder than 6ix9ine’s d-ck at a chuck ‘e’ cheese/
taking out your b-tch, blowing racks at the dollar tree/
h-llo kitty wrist watch, got me iceir than alaska/
{taking deep breaths to flex on homies with asthma}/
just stole your girl in a pair of light up skechers i got on discount/
the closest thing i’ve got to ice is my frozen bank account/
this songs boutta wrap up, so like your father, i’m just gonna bounce/

(alright turn the mic off)

- the basement bois lyrics

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