Bitch Boys Incorporated by Spiiin Lyrics
[Intro: Spiiin & DJ Ango]
Uh, yeah, hold up
Is it good?
Yeah, it's good
Tell me if you want, if you want it overdone
Aight, this is good, here we go
[Verse 1: Spiiin]
Yannis been rappin', reality
Keepin' it real since '03
When I fight I'm not slappin', I'm like Ali
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Greece is where I'm from
And [?] is the one
The job isn't over until we're done
Spittin' out beats is really fun
My beats are so fire you can call me the sun
Lil' Spiiin on the track
Spittin' all of these facts
Gotta keep on the grind until you make stacks
[Verse 2: docter rorp]
You can call me a one-trick pony
Shot in the balls, and, bitch, you better vote for Comey
We can talk about slidies and crusty socks
Anytime, mothafucka, you don't even gotta know me
We're homies
And if I'm lookn' like a bitch
Pussy, pussy, up your bitch
And, bitch, I shit right up her pussy, bitch, yeah
And if you wanna know my name
Shatter my ribs and shoot some cum into my veins
Like cocaine, ayy
Please, text your girl that last bar
I hope that was funny
I got butterflies in my tummy, bitch
I'm chillin' with my boy Yannis
Boujee Bubbles, with Spiiin on the track
Bringin' heat like a sauna
Got me feelin' like Obama
Baller and a president
Got me feelin' irrelevant
I got my laces tied together
Matchin' Adidas, me and my boy in sweater weather, bitch
Feel like the king of my domain
Eatin' ramen noodles, peanut butter with chow mein, bitch (Haha)
I got a lot of words to say
Wisdom is spread, and this shit's the only way
[Outro: Spiiin, DJ Ango & docter rorp]
Is that good?
Not since freshman year
Is that good? Maybe? Shh, you want it up or down?
Damn, Django
Okay, it's fine, okay, go
Haha
Hello? You can just start it from the beginning now
Like, without even me or Yannis's part
Or you can just do it
Hello? Oh, we're recording? This is awesome
Okay, there's, there's a lot of pressure
This is—
Okay
Why the fuck are you...? I told you...
We're gonna run out of fucking track here...
Uh, yeah, hold up
Is it good?
Yeah, it's good
Tell me if you want, if you want it overdone
Aight, this is good, here we go
[Verse 1: Spiiin]
Yannis been rappin', reality
Keepin' it real since '03
When I fight I'm not slappin', I'm like Ali
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Greece is where I'm from
And [?] is the one
The job isn't over until we're done
Spittin' out beats is really fun
My beats are so fire you can call me the sun
Lil' Spiiin on the track
Spittin' all of these facts
Gotta keep on the grind until you make stacks
[Verse 2: docter rorp]
You can call me a one-trick pony
Shot in the balls, and, bitch, you better vote for Comey
We can talk about slidies and crusty socks
Anytime, mothafucka, you don't even gotta know me
We're homies
And if I'm lookn' like a bitch
Pussy, pussy, up your bitch
And, bitch, I shit right up her pussy, bitch, yeah
And if you wanna know my name
Shatter my ribs and shoot some cum into my veins
Like cocaine, ayy
Please, text your girl that last bar
I hope that was funny
I got butterflies in my tummy, bitch
I'm chillin' with my boy Yannis
Boujee Bubbles, with Spiiin on the track
Bringin' heat like a sauna
Got me feelin' like Obama
Baller and a president
Got me feelin' irrelevant
I got my laces tied together
Matchin' Adidas, me and my boy in sweater weather, bitch
Feel like the king of my domain
Eatin' ramen noodles, peanut butter with chow mein, bitch (Haha)
I got a lot of words to say
Wisdom is spread, and this shit's the only way
[Outro: Spiiin, DJ Ango & docter rorp]
Is that good?
Not since freshman year
Is that good? Maybe? Shh, you want it up or down?
Damn, Django
Okay, it's fine, okay, go
Haha
Hello? You can just start it from the beginning now
Like, without even me or Yannis's part
Or you can just do it
Hello? Oh, we're recording? This is awesome
Okay, there's, there's a lot of pressure
This is—
Okay
Why the fuck are you...? I told you...
We're gonna run out of fucking track here...