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letra de couch bars 1 - home owners association (h.o.a.)

[intro: hesh & vansrat]
yoyoyo how’s it going
it’s f-cking big hesh dizzle
we got vansrat
yeah man we’re gonna spit some bars for ya

[verse 1: hesh]
character development? that’s irrelevant
i popped out the womb, i was already f-ckin relevant
and you ain’t even heard of me
you’re about to see some straight fire from the d-a-w-g
it’s me, yeah i’m fresh on the scene
i crush a couple eccys up and i put it in my t–th
great, now i got a problem son
’cause every time i touch my c-ck it shoots out like a mini gun
i just bought a plane ticket to j-pan
so i can stick my fingers in some fish and then sniff my hand
i be looking like the singer from a boy band
kid-sized jeans with a voice that hasn’t dropped yet
but would a boy band go and say this, c-nt, f-ck, sh-t?
yo suck a f-cking d-ck
i’m a pr-ck, i got all my buds i pick
i just copped a toothless gobby from a prozzy for a shard fix

[verse 2: vansrat]
vansrat kicking back, acting bratty
i don’t need a friend, i want a day feeling happy
trigger snappy two secs and now i’m in a bodybag-y
leaking from my temple as it soaks into my bally
va-
[verse 3: vansrat]
aye, aye
it’s the h-o-a, aye aye
every day
every day, every day it’s the h-o-a
i don’t give a single f-ck on what you p-ssies gotta say
aye, hesh dawg, vansrat
we’re on the come up, where the f-cking plans at
tasting all the biddies, with the big titties
aye wanna get down, ah f-ck i’m feeling really sh-tty
pop another molly, getting f-cking on it
call the oxymorons, we’re the donnies, ah

[verse 4: hesh dawg]
i’ll never be famous, but at least i’ll look famous
i’m not an astrologist but i’ll still stare at your -n-s/ur-n-s
my rhymes are straight from the encyclopedia
you think you can rap, but mate i’m way st–zier
bang-erang orangutans, i never thought i’d f-ck a fan
she doesn’t know my real name but i don’t give a d-mn
i’m on your onlyfans taking a screenshot
so when i’m out of signal i can still get my d-ck off
you might say that “that’s a jerk move”
but i’ll never apologise for having a jerk dude
i’m dropping bombs like an arabic pilot
i got offered a threesome but i was too scared to try it
nah i can’t deny it, i’m the world’s biggest f-ck up
i’d sell my left arm for another bump
[verse 5: vansrat]
for another bumper, that’s facts
need that money?
(shoutout kinjay for this beat)
shoutout kinjay

lost, everyday i’m f-cking lost
getting lost with the motherf-cking pot
yes i blaze down the crop, yes i smoke the lot
i been doing f-cking flips in the parking lot
i been shredding on the vans, asking where the xans at
asking if this p-ssy boy wanna catch these hands
what the f-ck, i been on the f-cking come up
all you f-cking p-ssy b-tches you can go get done up
done up, we are on the come up
hey, h-o-a
what, do you, gotta, say?
aye, we’re the, greatest, aye

[verse 6: hesh]
yo, nah i’ll f-ckin catch this little bit that’s coming right here
yo, uh
yeah i wake up to get drunk
i send the plug a message wondering if i can tick sumn’
i got a fiending for my next bump
a good night with hesh with always end with a stomach pump
so hit the double-jump, nah c-nt i double dropped
i hit the leg, sh-t my jocks hide the bickies in my socks
like a jack-in-the-box, grab my lever and my sh-t pops off
when you put it in the jukebox
d-mnnnn like heshy’s on some sh-t
rocking fat beats to this kinjay tip
and if you really want to, you can call me a cruise ship
because i left your girlfriend dripping just like the pacific
yeah you wanna get specific?
my bars come at you like egyptian hieroglyphics
catch me at the pub looking quite suspicious
until i f-ck off and hotbox a random civic
yeah you wanna get specific?
my bars-ah f-ckin, i repeated that
that’s the end
one, bang
h.o.a motherf-ckers
[outro: vansrat]
h-o-a
repping, it, every, day
f-ck, what, you, haters, say
me and, hesh, getting, blazed

- home owners association h o a

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