BOEF - Beatle lyrics

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BOEF - Beatle lyrics

Today I saw a Barbie in the Action man I did not sit still, went into action-man I'm not gonna lie, I think you're nice She told me: "You know Crook You really like him." (Speaking) We can do things but I spent a penny Because I like Royston Drenthe I We camp if I am in Drenthe And we do not learn from detention, man I fall for your sister so, distance Felt pattern on the bus, nitrous oxide I have a criminal record, many here are schizo Ask him to shoot, and he says "I shoot so" She must be hot, if I Frieze fack Because I irritate me that language there in Friesland (heavy) Very young but I was already on the streets man Realized early on that that sh** was not from 't nothing You flinched when I was leveling out 't nothing came Yes, you shocked when I leveling out 't nothing came He goes hard, that's not fair, he's a thief man (thief?) I'm fly, fortunately without fear of flying [Hook] Look who thought of me as I stood in the cold Better ask nothing of me, I ask nothing of you And the streets are hot, and that sometimes makes me limp I do not foresail to the blue No, do not foresail to the blue [Verse 2] Bicycle thief, but you play a wegpiraat But f**en me money and road pirate I get head like a soma but not chew qat And I do not lick p**y, you're a lukewarm chap? (Parra) Sometimes with long sleeves but no gap Chicks sitting here with hangovers' kheb women (enough) Jopie in the bin, he was lukewarm caught I give a blue blow on a cold night Want a lot of money, no women not Because I swear on my mother, I do not trust them Sometimes a s*ut I wiep car into me But I dump rd in the ring, no we do not marry With Jopie and we were out on dough Best witty what we've been up to Sometimes I see chickens and I spice them too At the door towel already smoked cannabis at home Previously all me clothes Sale Yes, once all me clothes Sale Pattas 2 years was debris etc Now I'm on dough, buy me something sweater [Hook] Look who thought of me as I stood in the cold Better ask nothing of me, I ask nothing of you And the streets are hot, and that sometimes makes me limp I do not foresail to the blue No, do not foresail to the blue