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letra de skeeter boyz - bowser jr

[part i]

[verse 1: junior]
okay, i’m on a sp-ceship, i feel like neil armstrong
i’ve been liftin’ weights, you can tell that my arm’s strong
yo, girl watchin’ me, like cody was a plant’s myth
i stay in the sky, you would think i wear fanansa’s
i’m in another galaxy, i should be on star trek
i can make static from rubbin’ my feet on carpet
the bottom where i started, who some fartin’?
man i think i’m lost, and i’m afraid of the darkness (ahh!)
joseph on pluto, kickin’ it like judo (ye-haw!)
i’m a ninja star, and my class is naruto
i don’t like to talk, get my girlfriend to talker
i told her i’m her father, no luke skywalker!

[chorus: junior]
skeet skeet hoe
skeet skeet bro
skeet sh-t
i’m on that
skeet skeet
skeet (huh)
skeet (what)
skeet skeet skeet
motherf-ckin’ skeeter boys
[verse 2: cody]
ten pound weights, come on, junior, that ain’t nothin’
i can lift anything, easy bake ovеn
you want abs, not flabs, better get to workin’
i’vе been doing squats
might even catch me twerking
five thousand push ups is how i start my morning
men see my body and they start swarming
bench pressing, ranch dressing, i, i be impressing
c-c-c-call me teacher
it’s time to learn a lesson

[chorus: junior]
skeet skeet hoe
skeet skeet bro
skeet sh-t
i’m on that
skeet skeet
skeet (huh)
skeet (what)
skeet skeet skeet
motherf-ckin’ skeeter boys

[part ii]

[verse 1: junior]
i can’t help it, i wanna taste it and smell it
i want you all to myself, bae i’m so selfish
all red on, i’m lookin’ like red velvet
crash course dummy, and she don’t wanna help me
i’m still makin’ pound cake on my worst day
i’m lightin’ candles, you would think it was my birthday!
get a slice, my knife the size of a sword
i tell ‘er make it clap, like i won an award
don’t lie, we like cake, no pot
stackin’ cake ’till it’s at my neck, like botox
i eat cake to blow steam like hot ice
my flow got more swagger than old spice!
patty cake, clap clap clap, hooray
’bout to make a movie with yo girl, that’s blu-ray
always tied up like a shoelace
please don’t talk to me if you a fruitcake, boy!
[chorus: junior]’
skeet skeet hoe
skeet skeet bro
skeet sh-t
i’m on that
skeet skeet
skeet (huh)
skeet (what)
skeet skeet skeet
motherf-ckin’ skeeter boys

[verse 2: joseph]
green b-tch n-
back-cap and a ball shirt n-
under radar for too long
wake up n-s
i ain’t got no home
no chives, no wives, no moms
steal money off my mama
are you ever there
follow footsteps
i’m outta here
even if i die
no one seems to care
no house for me to stay
i go to you everyday
[chorus: junior]
skeet skeet hoe
skeet skeet bro
skeet sh-t
i’m on that
skeet skeet
skeet (huh)
skeet (what)
skeet skeet skeet
motherf-ckin’ skeeter boys

[bridge: junior, joseph, cody]
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet
skeet skeet

[verse 3: junior, joseph, cody]
okay, you can catch me cruisin’, i ain’t never losin’ (yeah!)
your girl love my music, i tell her to prove it (prove it!)
you haters never learn, you need some new schooling (schooling!)
if a man hatin’, we gon’ leave him with bruises
see her little skitchy, junior throwin’ fifties
i asked her if she missed me
she seems a little iffy (eh!)
love the big titties but i ain’t really picky (titties!)
as long as she’s pretty and her face isn’t icky (yuck!)
i pick her up (up!)
my pee-pee goes up (i’m up!)
i can’t get it down (down!)
so right now it’s stuck (d-mn!)
foot on the pedal, i’m pressin’ my luck (luck!)
she gettin’ wild for a couple o’ buck (yeah!)
on the street burnin’ rubber, i need a rubber
no, not a ducky, i’m tryin’ to love her
girls wanna chase me, police wanna chase me
haters gonna hate me, ‘cause i’m something that they can’t be

- bowser jr

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