I'm Burping Rappers Lyrics

Yeah, I still think about how she looked in that motherfucking Trans-Am

You know what I'm saying

Yo, I pulled up in a '84 beater with a heater

With a dick about as long as a meter

With about seven liters of my favorite beverage

Pay me no severance I'mma be here forever kid

Grown men don't follow TikTok

They listen to hip hop and hang out with pick pockets

I'm in Ybor City on a Saturday

I'm in the middle of things like Jeff Saturday

They found your mother buck naked, covered in marmalade

I'm like "It wasn't me, I was touring in Adelaide"

Always trying to blame a brother

Trying to say that I'm her lover cuz I came on her covers

"We cross referenced your DNA fingerprints"

("Pam, can you get me those results?")

I'm burping rappers

"We cross referenced your DNA fingerprints"

("Well, look, this is what we found...")

I'm burping rappers

"Well Mr. Winter, I'm very sorry to inform you, but..."

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

"We've come to the conclusion that you are burping rappers"

I'm burping rappers

Burp burp

Puncturing hoes

Daily, hey baby bring me my clothes

These right here look covered in ketchup

Football footwork the reason I catch up

I run a 4.3 like a college wide-out

Visible as Cena when I cut the lights out

Probably got you talking to the cops like right now

By the time they hit the sirens I'll be vibin' at Mike's house

Type of brother that'll put the data in the folders

Made her main man blood splatter like I told her

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

Rollin blunts by the beach, holding stunts by their love handles

With some Jack Daniels

Dress you up like a real pretty lady

Have you tucking that freshman cock back

Fuck these obstacles, calling audibles

Motherfuck your follicles

I'm not laughing

I'm burping rappers (Word to my kinfolk)

I'm burping rappers (I'm at the Walmart in Dixon)

Yo

It don't take much for me to get that lust

And then the next thing you know I got to grip it and thrust

It was a foggy night, but it was still warm

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Full moon had me gripping my hatchet

Read a story 'bout my last murder, trying to match it

I ain't never been wrong

Slap the piss up out a punk front of his kids and his mom

(True story, you get no glory)

Made your wife dump you cuz my bod had her buzzing

Dropped her off at work and drove her car to go bang her cousin

And all she ever do is bitch about the bills and the rent

But I ain't there when she vent (That's your job)

I'm there when she split

Her motherfucking legs

Fuckin' Eagle (That's my job)

Double eagle

Hole in one

(Scott, you're so cerebral)

Maybe

Baby

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

I'm burpin' rappers

I'm burping rappers

Yeah, so like, did I mean I'm your father

And I'm burping you like a baby?

Or did I mean that I ate some rappers

And I'm burping rappers?

Well...

Oh, thank you, thank you very much