White Boy of the Month by Tebi Rex Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, I mean, he looks pretty hot when he's performin'
I'd give him a go like, why not?
Actually, fuck it, I'd definitely bang him
Ill Diam on a mad ting
[Verse 1: Max Zanga]
Yikes (yikes)
Too many likes (likes)
Too many clicks
Baby, don't click, stay but you click right (yeah, right, uh-huh)
Write you a song, you ain't the one
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me you want one
Nikes (laced up), laced me feet
Been in the dirt, doin' the dirt, lovin' the streets, mean
Say what I mean, gimme the P's
I'm tryna eat, fat cat, fat pussy, yeet
Keep my name in your mouth, please
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
[Verse 2: Max Zanga]
Alright (Yeah)
Y'all know what I've seen, kid
On the scene since a scene kid
What you mean you ain't seen this?
Take the game and I seized it (Gimme that)
Went to fish for some naggins
Stephen's Green, straight vodka
Goddamn, feelin' magic
Can you imagine? (Can you imagine? No)
All this chat turned rappin'
All the laughs turn to claps
I ain't dodge, gettin' active
Tebi Rex, should've guessed it (guessed it)
All the mates on the guestlist (guestlist)
My mistakes, feelin' great
Radió na hÉireann
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
[Verse 3: Matt Ó]
Ooh, they haven't got a clue though, feels like I'm playing Cluedo
They came at me with a knife, I got 'em with some judo
I had a better line, I don't remember
Somethin' 'bout some heartstrings, somethin' 'bout offenders
What goes around, comes around, return to sender
She took me back to school, m-must have been September
Searchin' through my locker, lookin' for whatever got her
I was flavour of the month and now I'm tastin' like some water (Splash)
[Interlude: Max Zanga]
Lads, listen, I know I'm not the, y'know, best rapper ever, or whatever
But that hasn't really stopped you from supportin' white fellows before, so, em
I don't know, I feel like I shouldn't be a hurdle to my success, so, yeah, there it is...
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front
Yeah, I mean, he looks pretty hot when he's performin'
I'd give him a go like, why not?
Actually, fuck it, I'd definitely bang him
Ill Diam on a mad ting
[Verse 1: Max Zanga]
Yikes (yikes)
Too many likes (likes)
Too many clicks
Baby, don't click, stay but you click right (yeah, right, uh-huh)
Write you a song, you ain't the one
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me you want one
Nikes (laced up), laced me feet
Been in the dirt, doin' the dirt, lovin' the streets, mean
Say what I mean, gimme the P's
I'm tryna eat, fat cat, fat pussy, yeet
Keep my name in your mouth, please
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
[Verse 2: Max Zanga]
Alright (Yeah)
Y'all know what I've seen, kid
On the scene since a scene kid
What you mean you ain't seen this?
Take the game and I seized it (Gimme that)
Went to fish for some naggins
Stephen's Green, straight vodka
Goddamn, feelin' magic
Can you imagine? (Can you imagine? No)
All this chat turned rappin'
All the laughs turn to claps
I ain't dodge, gettin' active
Tebi Rex, should've guessed it (guessed it)
All the mates on the guestlist (guestlist)
My mistakes, feelin' great
Radió na hÉireann
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
[Verse 3: Matt Ó]
Ooh, they haven't got a clue though, feels like I'm playing Cluedo
They came at me with a knife, I got 'em with some judo
I had a better line, I don't remember
Somethin' 'bout some heartstrings, somethin' 'bout offenders
What goes around, comes around, return to sender
She took me back to school, m-must have been September
Searchin' through my locker, lookin' for whatever got her
I was flavour of the month and now I'm tastin' like some water (Splash)
[Interlude: Max Zanga]
Lads, listen, I know I'm not the, y'know, best rapper ever, or whatever
But that hasn't really stopped you from supportin' white fellows before, so, em
I don't know, I feel like I shouldn't be a hurdle to my success, so, yeah, there it is...
[Chorus: Matt Ó]
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front (front)
Quite sure what I want
In my white shirt up the front
I'm the white boy of the month
I'm the white boy of the month
They think I'm throwin' up a front