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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert O'Brien
Robert O'Brien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Felipe Villegas
Felipe Villegas
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They call me Boyardee cuz I be whippin in the kitchen Finessin on your ho and then she rubbin on my chicken We jus chilling but she tryna get that dickin She know I got the soss and she know it's finger lickin They wanna see me fall because I never do Cuz i can fuck ur bitch and she gonna say I'm like a better you Sippin on a double-decker White cup That shit get a motherfucker Piped up In the studio cookin up noise On a wack ass beat Lil Thicc destroys My bars hard like metal they might be alloys See me at shell long with all of my boys We got Jackie and CMin the best directors Gary's alright but he looks like Vector I'm puttin pills in my pez dispenser Shot down bounce back like a resurrector You can't ketchup to my sauce The Choppa make you run crisscross My coupe on chicken noodle cuz it souped up Never see me ridin with the roof up They call me boyardee cuz I b whippin in the kitchen Finessin on your ho and then she rubbin on my chicken We jus chilling but she tryna get that dickin She know I got the soss and she know it's finger lickin They call me Escobar cuz I be whippin in the kitchen Young Colombian producer makin music while I'm Trippin In the beat lab straight tipsy I'm drinkin My beats got the bass and the hi hats like Lincoln These girls say they love me but I'm not committed I give em the D and they come back addicted They come back afflicted but llegas permit it Cuz every ho mouth finna feel like it fitted Cuz ya boy always down to fuck Threw her panties 'cross the room to the wall and they stuck (Ew) And Everybody know that imma sauce god Ballin in a Honda not a hot rod Once l get going no stop (no stop) We gonna rise to the top Im gonna buy like ten extra cars Got too much damn money like Escobar They call me boyardee cuz I b whippin in the kitchen Finessin on your ho and then she rubbin on my chicken We jus chilling but she tryna get that dickin She know I got the soss and she know it's finger lickin
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