The Fuccbois - I'm Bill Cosby

Dude, dude show me that new mixtape you told me about
Yeah man, I got that shit right here
Oh, here it is
Thanks man
Put that shit in the CD player man
Aye let's go
Apparently we using CDs now
I can't afford a fucking phone
Yung Thicc Boi, heh heh heh
Spitting the fresh shit like always, oh
Oh my goodness
Here we go
Smoking the dope
Sniffing the coke
Bitch couldn't cope, fuck her she a joke
Fuck a remote, bitch a hoe
Told her it was nothing but a G thang
Hour later had her hopping out her g-string
That bitch was hot and ready
Ate her like some spaghetti
It was like fucking Estelle Getty
Bitch wasn't ready, Yung Thicc Boi
We 'bout to fuck shit up
Me and that bitch was texting
Thought I was playing but she met dick
I fucked that bitch while I was flexing
Nut on her now I'm sweating
Bitch was like "When's the wedding?"
I grabbed my coat and now I'm jetting
Swish, swish bitch
Yeah, Star
Global warming, temperatures rising just cuz I dropped my tape
Threw some cash at Krabs and told him sponge was gon' be late
Fuck that hoe Sandy, she tried crying out rape
Dodging accusations like I'm fucking O.J.
Sailing towards the money bitch, you know I won't be late
Dropping flames is what I do bitch, it's my fucking fate
Salty motherfuckers left in the bubbles I make
Catch me at Squidward's fancy restaurant eating cake, Star
Yeah you already know what it is
It's The Fuccbois, 2017
It ain't only hot cuz it's summer
We doing them numbers
Dropping the tapes
Yeah, yeah, woo
I'm out this bitch

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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