Ticki Tock feat. Jan by Bechobay Lyrics
[Intro: Bechobay & Jan]
Heeeeyay heeyaey heyeeeeyyyyyYyYyYyYyYy
Thanks for intro
Sharp Sharp Becho
[Verse 1: Bechobay]
I am gonna lock you in a loop loop
Bitch you get no anybody here , whoop de doo
Whatcha got there it smells like poop poop
No need to fear punk , now get your lollipop
Wow give that bitch a hula hoop
So hang on tight and make a loop de loop
First let me get my Bola Bola soup soup
Shake that rotten butt on that shitty Freaky Tok
You cocksuckers living in fame bubbles
You do everything to get likes , fake posers
Injection freakers , attention seekers
Why all you creatures look alike duck face in a clone lab
Bitch dont worry about my accent
I am still working on this Present and the Past Tense
Let me just practice my swearing cuz I can't wait to ruin your life (wait)
But this game's sick and wasted
And they think they're gifted
Just talk shit , its bullshit
We miss that real old kings
You're twisted with joystick
No face it No taste it
Your whole life is a mouse click
Just hate it and rate things
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Verse 2: Bechobay]
Run chiky run dumb chiky you are the awesome
Cum Romi cum cum while you're still in blossom
Jump Nicki shake butt like a big possum or oppoosum
Run it , spin it and rip it , get it
Dude , this is not a right track
If you wanna see some motivation story (Gangbang)
Watch the Getting fuck with the kardashians and then
See how the fuck a sex tape can change your paycheck
(Dum dadadam)
Rock fuck N Roll madam
(Dum dadadam)
Just sex , drugs and bottom
(Dum dadadam)
I feel like travis in gotham
But when they wanna see me at the bottom I keep throwin' ma full condoms on 'em
Imma make you got 'em
(Whaaatt!!)
I'm a double trouble and gonna burst your bubble
(Whaaatt!!)
Your fame is a dollar in the bank , Im a robber
(Laaann!!)
We ain't got not much in common bitch when the fuckin night has fallen
Yo stop stop , I know what you wanna say
Oh no fuck! let me look for a fuck to give
Speak up! now let me hear you what you say
Sorry nope ,bitch I don't give a fuck still
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Verse 3: Bechobay]
They tell me "Becho don't say bad words"
But you ain't heard that "the truth always hurts"
Telling the facts are my curse dude but worse
I could've lied just like Amber Heard
Today's rappers make rhyme for babes
Who're twerk addict , fuck them! but hey
We forgot the songs that made us think of all the facts and how precious they're
How many singers are left today
Who can tell the truths or dare
There is no place to hide or get away
Imma lock those clowns into this game
Just facts , bitch there ain't no drama
Just relax , Imma bring you trauma
Even if I have to perform an opera
I'd shoot you in the ear with a bazooka
Fake fame , fake shits
Buy likes , clicks and views
But I'm broke for this
Oh shit!
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Outro: Bechobay & Jan]
Many singers are left today
(The song is over Jeanette)
Who can tell the truths or dare
(Jeanette?)
There is no place to hide or get away
(La Jayn!)
Imma lock these clowns into this game
(Anyway , keep singing)
Rappers make rhyme for babes
(Aww Damn)
Who're (we?) twerk addict but fuck them but hey
We forget the songs that made us
(Yebo Mama!)
Think of all the facts and how precious they are
How many singers are left today
Heeeeyay heeyaey heyeeeeyyyyyYyYyYyYyYy
Thanks for intro
Sharp Sharp Becho
[Verse 1: Bechobay]
I am gonna lock you in a loop loop
Bitch you get no anybody here , whoop de doo
Whatcha got there it smells like poop poop
No need to fear punk , now get your lollipop
Wow give that bitch a hula hoop
So hang on tight and make a loop de loop
First let me get my Bola Bola soup soup
Shake that rotten butt on that shitty Freaky Tok
You cocksuckers living in fame bubbles
You do everything to get likes , fake posers
Injection freakers , attention seekers
Why all you creatures look alike duck face in a clone lab
Bitch dont worry about my accent
I am still working on this Present and the Past Tense
Let me just practice my swearing cuz I can't wait to ruin your life (wait)
But this game's sick and wasted
And they think they're gifted
Just talk shit , its bullshit
We miss that real old kings
You're twisted with joystick
No face it No taste it
Your whole life is a mouse click
Just hate it and rate things
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Verse 2: Bechobay]
Run chiky run dumb chiky you are the awesome
Cum Romi cum cum while you're still in blossom
Jump Nicki shake butt like a big possum or oppoosum
Run it , spin it and rip it , get it
Dude , this is not a right track
If you wanna see some motivation story (Gangbang)
Watch the Getting fuck with the kardashians and then
See how the fuck a sex tape can change your paycheck
(Dum dadadam)
Rock fuck N Roll madam
(Dum dadadam)
Just sex , drugs and bottom
(Dum dadadam)
I feel like travis in gotham
But when they wanna see me at the bottom I keep throwin' ma full condoms on 'em
Imma make you got 'em
(Whaaatt!!)
I'm a double trouble and gonna burst your bubble
(Whaaatt!!)
Your fame is a dollar in the bank , Im a robber
(Laaann!!)
We ain't got not much in common bitch when the fuckin night has fallen
Yo stop stop , I know what you wanna say
Oh no fuck! let me look for a fuck to give
Speak up! now let me hear you what you say
Sorry nope ,bitch I don't give a fuck still
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Verse 3: Bechobay]
They tell me "Becho don't say bad words"
But you ain't heard that "the truth always hurts"
Telling the facts are my curse dude but worse
I could've lied just like Amber Heard
Today's rappers make rhyme for babes
Who're twerk addict , fuck them! but hey
We forgot the songs that made us think of all the facts and how precious they're
How many singers are left today
Who can tell the truths or dare
There is no place to hide or get away
Imma lock those clowns into this game
Just facts , bitch there ain't no drama
Just relax , Imma bring you trauma
Even if I have to perform an opera
I'd shoot you in the ear with a bazooka
Fake fame , fake shits
Buy likes , clicks and views
But I'm broke for this
Oh shit!
[Chorus: Bechobay]
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
I am not gonna stop , bitch I am a dreamer
You make an easy buck cuz fake is the new real
But I gotta push the time to reach my dreams cuz
Clock's running fast tick ticki tock ticki
[Outro: Bechobay & Jan]
Many singers are left today
(The song is over Jeanette)
Who can tell the truths or dare
(Jeanette?)
There is no place to hide or get away
(La Jayn!)
Imma lock these clowns into this game
(Anyway , keep singing)
Rappers make rhyme for babes
(Aww Damn)
Who're (we?) twerk addict but fuck them but hey
We forget the songs that made us
(Yebo Mama!)
Think of all the facts and how precious they are
How many singers are left today