BBG Jake Hole (Ft. DigBar)

[Intro]
(J-J-J-J-Jake Hole)
(I love you, Mr. Hole!)

[Verse 1: Jake Hole]
No chiropractor, I'm breaking his back
Credit or debit, way I slide in cracks
The booty attack, he not leavin' intact
I give it a spit , when I give it a smack
I know that he broke, but he got a rack
I lift up his shirt then I give 'em a slap
He for the streets, so I drink from the tap
Exploring his body, put him on the map
He my dog, so it's straight to the pound
That booty too round, we can do two rounds
Sound like two, two rounds, he said "Oo-oo ow!"
Need fries with that shake, goin' In-N-Out
He the man of the month, tell that man I'm a munch
Whip out the fist, goin' straight to the punch
And I'm finishin' butts for the finishing touch
Erotic probiotic, all up in his guts
Treatin' his holes like it's Whack-a-Mole
I'm dippin' my chip in his Guac-amolе
I'm sippin' and slurpin', no Danimal
And if you don't do men, how you man at all?
His cake gettin' battеred
I'm kissin' his Moon in the back of his Saturn
I'm slappin' his booty little pitter, patter
Each time that I see it, I swear it get fatter (Uhm)
Peaches and cream up in his jeans, uh-huh
And I'm pipin' the booty, hittin' the spleen, uh-huh
Got a booty degree and, yea, I'm the dean, uh-huh
Not talkin' the beef, he got the meats, uh-huh
Big booty dudes twerkin' on social media
I need a mollia, I need a media
See his two planets, I strike with my meteor
Quit acting shy, let me tickle them feet of yours