Lyrics

FBI, open up (woop-woop) Saw your browser history, so what's up? (Woop-woop) Kicked your front door down Taking you downtown in our big black armored truck (woop-woop) We are the FBI, that's a crime (woop-woop) Getting Minecraft free online (woop-woop) Incognito mode can't stop us, bro We can watch you anytime (woop-woop) We're behind your house in the alleyway Because you're watching too much anime Police station just a block away Anime boobies everyday you view these We can see boy what you're searching You've got a good meme choice, so it's worth it We all know that you don't keep it clean But congrats on that like from Bеlle Delphine FBI, open up (woop-woop) Hear that "nee naw" boy, what's up? (Woop-woop) Sticking tape on your cam won't do much, man 'Cause we're everywhere you look We are the FBI, we're your friend (woop-woop) You don't need a VPN (woop-woop) And I'm sorry bro that the girl said no When you slid in them DMs (woop-woop) Hey Alexa, she's listening The mic is hot so we can listen in I found that folder, it's sickening I never knew people could achieve that positioning Friend, you have an addiction Just read your Tom Nook fan fiction Not gonna lie, it was kind of a hit, son But less gratuitous descriptions FBI, open up (woop-woop) You need help, your KD sucks (woop-woop) You've been playing WoW for ten years now And you've barely levelled up We are the FBI, it's a crime (woop-woop) For you to have this much game time (woop-woop) Violence comes from gaming, son So, go and get a life (woop-woop) We are the FBI, where's your mum? 'Cause I kind of like her bum (woop-woop) Go get Pam on the webcam, so I can have some fun Not just the FBI, I'm your dad Sorry son, please don't get mad 15 years ago, I left and I feel really bad I am the FBI, it's not a joke I got this job to see you grow All this watching you online makes me want to come home I need you (I need you), you need me (you need me) We need each other son, that is what I've learned I need you (I need you), you need me (you need me) We need each other son, that is what I've learned Are you winning, son? (Are you winning, son?) Like I knew you could (like I knew you could) And I miss Pam's bum (and I miss her bum) More than I thought I would (well, then I thought I would) Are you winning, son? (Are you winning, son?) Like I knew you could (like I knew you could) And I miss Pam's bum (and I miss her bum) More than I thought I would (well, then I thought I would) Are you winning, son? Like I knew you could And I miss Pam's bum More than I thought I would Are you winning, son? Like I knew you could And I miss Pam's bum More than I thought I would
Writer(s): David John Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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