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letra de the art of military school - bowser jr

[part 1]

[chorus]
everybody, everybody, everybody
everybody sit yo’ b-tch-ass down
and listen to this true motherf-ckin’ story
told by junior bernard on pensacola, ya b-tch
making’ all the finest mess, ay-ay-ay-ah
throw until i can’t no more, ay-ay-ay-ah
really i’m a nice soul
but i’m with the boys right now
and we ain’t askin’ for no favors
break a meal quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah
really, i’m a peacemaker
but i’m with the boys right now
and chef pee pee used to say (say, say, say, say)
one day it’s gon’ burn you out (woo)
one day it’s gon’ burn you out, out, out
one day it’s gon’ burn you out (you, you, you, you)
one day it’s gon’ burn you
but i’m with the boys right now

[part ii]

[verse 1]
me and my friends three deep in a yellow chevrolet
a quarter tank of gas, one doll, and green sprite
dinosaur box when the federales’ll roll up
basketball shorts with the school bus odor
we on the mission for bad b-tches and trouble
i hope the universe love you today
’cause the energy we bringin’ sure to carry away
a flock of positive activists and fill they body with hate
if it’s necessary, bumpin’ precious’s first album, lookin’ distracted
speakin’ language only we know, you think it’s an accent
the windows roll down, all i see is a hand touch it
j driving’ like paul walker grillin’ the wheels
of the workin’ world, we pulled up on a bunch of workin’ girls
and asked them what they workin’ with
look at me, i got the burger in my mouth
usually i’m not free, but sh-t, i’m not with penelope
[chorus 1]
yeah, boy, i was off the worms and chains
come through and seen someone bust his head, n-gga!
me and the boys
drive all the way to the toys-r-us
where my friends get all the toys and get to breaking some more some more
me and the boys
i ride for my motherf-ckin’ boys
hop out, get my stuff, then hop back in
me and the boys
matter of fact, i hop out that motherf-cker
and be like, “doo! doo! doo! doo! doo! doo! doo! doo! doo!”
it’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin’
air conditioner broke and i hear my stomach screamin’
hungry for anything unhealthy
and if nutrition can help me
i’ll tell you throw it away, then i’ll continue eatin’
we speedin’ on the 763, passin’ chuck e cheese
you know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses
good lord, they knew we weren’t from ’round there
’cause every time we down there
we pullin’ out the entrance card
bougie b-tches with no extensions
skeeter boyz with bad intentions, the perfect combination
before we sparked a conversation
we seen three people from bh6 which we didn’t like
then started interrogatin’
i never was a gang member, i mean
i never was stranger to the fonk neither, i really doubt it
destroy a table quick and then we laugh about it
that’s ironic, ’cause i’ve never been violent
until i’m with the boys
[chorus 2]
(just ridin’ just ridin’)
me and the boys
(bullsh-ttin’, actin’ a fool)
me and the boys
(trippin’, really trippin’)
me and the boys
(just ridin’, just ridin’, just ridin’)

[verse 3]
braggin’ about the episode we just had
a shot of root didn’t make me feel that bad
i’m usually not a true firm believer of bad karma
consequences from evil ain’t make your past haunt ya
we tryna conquer the city with disobedience
quick to turn it up, even if we ain’t got the cd in
but precious still playin’
and our attitude is still “n-gga, what is you sayin’?”
pull in front of the house
that we been campin’ out for like 8 years
the sun is goin’ down as all the planet want

[break]
ay, ay, junior, jackpot, junior, destroy the trophy
ay, junior, i think your dad is in this room
wait, what?!
junior, your dad is in this room
[verse 4]
i run back to the upper window, not going back to the days of n-ntendo
bombings, trauma screams, burned thomas in the trunk
i cleaned the right, then cleaned a left, then cleaned a right
then made a left, we was just washin’ the knife
chef pee pee asked, “junior, what you doin’?”, “washing it”
i shouldn’t tell him i’m probably ’bout to go back to my first offense
with the boys
but, they cleaned the top, then hid what’s left
then made a right, then another right
one lucky night with the boys

[outro]
junior, you good, now?
yeah, we finally got that trophy away
i think he hit the wrong one though
ooh, which one?
well, which one he talkin’ about?
i was finna hit the one with the bird on it
i pray he ain’t hit that
nah, that boy straight, he ain’t hit that one
got the plane? hit that thing with the plane!
boy, i think i’m should head back home, fo’ real doe
joseph, for what?
what that, what’s that lil t song say, jospeh?
“last time i checked i was the man of this house!”
yeah, yeah, that sh-t right there
i’m tryna be the man of the house
if we’re talking about the man of your house i don’t know where to go

- bowser jr

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