Bikini Bottom Flow by Afourteen Lyrics
[Intro]
Ay, yuh, ay!
[Verse 1]
I'm ugly as hell, bitch, I feel like I'm SpongeBob
Yo' bitch on my dick, I make her do Billy Bop
Choppa big clappa, I run around yo' block
You in the time, bitch, [?]
Bad bitches, like I made the boardwalk
Shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Handcock
Ay, shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Handcock
Walk on yo' bitch, yeah I suicide walk
Packin' your small ass like I'm show'n off
Back to the SpongeBob shit, that was lit!
Don't throw a pick, 'cause you know I'ma hit
Ten-thousand bitches look at my fit
Twenty-thousand bitches look at my fist
Thirty-thousand when I spend on your bitch
Flows so cold, open the [?]
Couple thousand views, I think I'm on Twitch
Bitch you ugly, you know that you are The Grinch
[Verse 2]
I be choppin' at the bitch, Bruce Lee
Yah, young killer with the box, no whipped cream
Make yo' bitch on me killin' my sleeve
Yah, I be ballin' like my name Paul G
Bitch pull like yo' name my D
Play with this shit like guitar, yah
Bust it open like a jar, yah
Indian bitch like a star, yah
Queen of [?], I'm a star, yah
Three bitches with choppas for both
And this bitch wanna nut on her nose
And this pussyboy when I get domed
Red dot at his mo'fuckin' nose, ayy
Beat 'em like I'm a Redbone
And you know I be bad to the bone
And this lil' bitch, she takin' off clothes
[Verse 3]
Ay, out the function, boy, like Fanboy and Chum-Chum
Chew on my word, that's some gum-gum
Fifty means shot around gun-guns
This shit go bad, it go dumb-dumb
South, bitch we don't ever take dubs
Unless I'm rappin' 'bout dumb shit
Unless I'm doin' [?] like dumb shit
"S.I.V." tatted right on my lip
No - (1:14 through 1:21 of the song is lost)
Ay, yuh, ay!
[Verse 1]
I'm ugly as hell, bitch, I feel like I'm SpongeBob
Yo' bitch on my dick, I make her do Billy Bop
Choppa big clappa, I run around yo' block
You in the time, bitch, [?]
Bad bitches, like I made the boardwalk
Shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Handcock
Ay, shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Handcock
Walk on yo' bitch, yeah I suicide walk
Packin' your small ass like I'm show'n off
Back to the SpongeBob shit, that was lit!
Don't throw a pick, 'cause you know I'ma hit
Ten-thousand bitches look at my fit
Twenty-thousand bitches look at my fist
Thirty-thousand when I spend on your bitch
Flows so cold, open the [?]
Couple thousand views, I think I'm on Twitch
Bitch you ugly, you know that you are The Grinch
[Verse 2]
I be choppin' at the bitch, Bruce Lee
Yah, young killer with the box, no whipped cream
Make yo' bitch on me killin' my sleeve
Yah, I be ballin' like my name Paul G
Bitch pull like yo' name my D
Play with this shit like guitar, yah
Bust it open like a jar, yah
Indian bitch like a star, yah
Queen of [?], I'm a star, yah
Three bitches with choppas for both
And this bitch wanna nut on her nose
And this pussyboy when I get domed
Red dot at his mo'fuckin' nose, ayy
Beat 'em like I'm a Redbone
And you know I be bad to the bone
And this lil' bitch, she takin' off clothes
[Verse 3]
Ay, out the function, boy, like Fanboy and Chum-Chum
Chew on my word, that's some gum-gum
Fifty means shot around gun-guns
This shit go bad, it go dumb-dumb
South, bitch we don't ever take dubs
Unless I'm rappin' 'bout dumb shit
Unless I'm doin' [?] like dumb shit
"S.I.V." tatted right on my lip
No - (1:14 through 1:21 of the song is lost)