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Brand New Boom-Bap from MC WhiteOwl, produced by Silent Someone
Lyrics:
I just left Tito's with Jose Cuervo, after an all night party,
With my entire Omagang, And my dude Ron Bicardi,
Searching for Sex on the beach.
With my friend johnie walker,
A six pack with Stella, you know I'm gonna Stalk her,
A martini with Mrs. Rossi but Jack Daniel’s was creeping,
Took another shot, and waited for Louie the 5th to seap in,
In the 718, Bronx Brewery on a date,
The bud made me Wiser, hit the hoe Garten to mate,
With that beauty Bloody Mary, I’m absolute certain,
Staring at the Sky, vodka, had my brain hurting,
Quick close the curtain, and pass the colt 45
4 loco modelos, talking that old English Jive,
Adjusting Mai TAi, with a garnish and a chaser,
For a little Southern Comfort, that’ll ease my Mind eraser.
Malibu Bay Breeze, Mojito and some Melon,
And If I don’t quit drinking, I’ll wind up a Felon,
Glasses Down, Bottoms Up, this liquor top shelf
Smoke a Doober, call an Uber, driving drunk bad for health
Praying for , wealth, stealth. no guns and no knife
Salute, Cheers , Le Chaim Blessings, To your Life
Beer before liquor, Hardly know her, but I blew her
Baileys Irish cream, jameson and Kaluha,
I rode a crazy horse, over to Goose island,
Pabst Blue Ribbon, Dos Equis had me stylin.
Harpoon a dogfish, Guinness record land shark,
Rockin out to Becks, with an extra pint of Harp,
IPA before Dark, full Blue moon,
I left A Makers Mark, on a farm they call Boone,
Make sure to leave room, for a brown cow with Godiva,
My Irish Car Bomb blew, but I brought my screwdriver,
To fix up the mix up, Long Island Iced Tea,
Whiskey & Some Sour ( Diesel ) now I'm a Zombie,
Cause I know Pete was Wicked, he was staring at her Henie,
Stella’s Busch. In natural light, The Nips were so Tiny,
To see the fireballs, streak across the Light sky,
99 Bottles, Feel Like I'm gonna Die.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap