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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Howard Laub
Benjamin Howard Laub
Songwriter
William Powell
William Powell
Songwriter
Ryan Gross
Ryan Gross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grieves
Grieves
Producer
Pants
Pants
Producer
Alma Studios
Alma Studios
Recording Engineer
Nic Casey
Nic Casey
Mixing Engineer
D-SANE @ Digital Age Sound
D-SANE @ Digital Age Sound
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

Millions and millions of sperm
Rocket into the back of your throat
David, you dirty dog!
I had to hit 'em with a woop!
Good lawd, baby wanna bring me on the ball
'Til they saw with the, woop!
God damn, now I got them throwing up they hands
Everybody's yelling, Swoooooooosh
Good Jesus, baby's tryna get me in the bleachers
Now I'm on, swoop!
On next
What you wanna talk about next?
Let me hit 'em with a-
Juice, whipping shitties in the coup
85 beats every minute set the mood
I was on the beach in the nude
Going through economy-sized bottles of lube like
Daaaaaamn, that's a whole lotta talent in the van
Got the gold rings, side of goin' ham
Blowing up the gram
Go and ask your man
I ain't tryna fuck around and ruin all my plans
This is something you can't touch
Hot water burn baby, bitch the rain man comes
Took an oath, no fuckin when the champagne comes
Bout to buy this whole block with these campaign funds
Fuck it
Man I'm sick of all the clowns and the muppets
Sounds like somebody's trying to drown in a bucket
Been around for a while, I amount to the budget
Man, I'm down if you wanna go and suck it
I had to hit 'em with a woop!
Good lawd, baby wanna bring me on the ball
'Til they saw with the, woop!
God damn, now I got them throwing up they hands
Everybody's yelling, Swoooooooosh
Good Jesus, baby's tryna get me in the bleachers
Now I'm on, swoop!
On next
What you wanna talk about next?
Let me hit 'em with a-
Let me paint you a pretty picture
Me, your twin sister, butt naked playing twister
She hold her breath like a champion swimmer
And the panties gonna drop if the lights get dimmer like
Sheesh, that's a whole lotta ass up in the
Jeans, got a monster back there, set it
Free, yo, she probably don't care
But the first rule of mud fighting's never fight fair
I'm so jacked, I could kill a damn bear
Got a new fanbase since I grew some long hair
I roll my doobies like boobies on movie night
Hoverboards, clacking dice, basically, my shit is tight
I got at least enough life to shoot a movie
And my only real goal's to buy a brand new jacuzzi
So, hooty hooty, the boys goin' loopy
When the squad car comes, tell the cops they'll have to shoot me
I had to hit 'em with a woop!
Good lawd, baby wanna bring me on the ball
'Til they saw with the, woop!
God damn, now I got them throwing up they hands
Everybody's yelling, Swoooooooosh
Good Jesus, baby's tryna get me in the bleachers
Now I'm on, swoop!
On next
What you wanna talk about next?
Let me hit 'em with a-
Written by: Benjamin Howard Laub, Ryan Gross, William Powell
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