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Branko64Hoops - Funnin (Parody) Lyrics




Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (haha)
My friends all fall so easily

Called the first one Average Joes, myself, that's who I was
2016, we was battin' round', blowin' teams out on the field
I know she around for the answers, but act like she friendly, I don't feel the love
I'm no snitch, get caught, might make up, a fake story for us just cus'
His game is hard 'cause he's not that guy, my games end in a dub
All my friends got JBLs, all my friends got mutts (woof woof)
I ain't with the sand spleef, bedwars player, all of my opps get rushed (straight up)
We ain't never ran off on no squirrel, but we still be poppin', goin' nuts (straight up)

Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
I make all my bars
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
All my friends be
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Tickled his toes, I was
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Branko always do some

That knot done saved your life , that first aid saved your life
I'm a Boy Scout, buddy, I brought my pocket knife
He was talkin' gangster , but he gets scared at night
I told my homie to write it, he said "na", he wanted to type
Pitchin' my mid ol' cheese, shootin' like Austin Reaves
I know that he cappin', I could tell by the way that he tuggin' his sleeve
Battin' like Piazza, this hit flew to the garden with Patrick E
Crowd go Wow-Wow, shootin' from down-town, better defense what y'all need
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep
Is it an issue? Don't got a crystal, don't be finna dis me
All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain tucked in like a polo, your friend actin' rich like Bezos

Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
I make all my bars
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
All my friends be
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Tickled his toes, I was
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Branko always do some

My computer always glitch, tech support crucial
I was at the Mets game with my father
Lunch Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin'
Say you ready shoot the shot, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that stuff, homie
This is an important game, homie
Get your trash self benched, homie
Big facts, big 4L, homie
Big Hero 6, homie
We run the whole dang court, homie
Y'all homies know what's goin' on, homie
Shot for shot, homie, word for word, homie
Skunk spray everybody
Forget your team, homie, we'll wreck your team
Buddy, Buddy, Buddy

If young Branko don't trust I'm gonna boot you

"Are things better or worse without propane
?
Can you even grill with another fuel?"
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Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (haha)
My friends all fall so easily

Called the first one Average Joes, myself, that's who I was
2016, we was battin' round', blowin' teams out on the field
I know she around for the answers, but act like she friendly, I don't feel the love
I'm no snitch, get caught, might make up, a fake story for us just cus'
His game is hard 'cause he's not that guy, my games end in a dub
All my friends got JBLs, all my friends got mutts (woof woof)
I ain't with the sand spleef, bedwars player, all of my opps get rushed (straight up)
We ain't never ran off on no squirrel, but we still be poppin', goin' nuts (straight up)

Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
I make all my bars
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
All my friends be
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Tickled his toes, I was
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Branko always do some

That knot done saved your life , that first aid saved your life
I'm a Boy Scout, buddy, I brought my pocket knife
He was talkin' gangster , but he gets scared at night
I told my homie to write it, he said "na", he wanted to type
Pitchin' my mid ol' cheese, shootin' like Austin Reaves
I know that he cappin', I could tell by the way that he tuggin' his sleeve
Battin' like Piazza, this hit flew to the garden with Patrick E
Crowd go Wow-Wow, shootin' from down-town, better defense what y'all need
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep
Is it an issue? Don't got a crystal, don't be finna dis me
All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain tucked in like a polo, your friend actin' rich like Bezos

Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
I make all my bars
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
All my friends be
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Tickled his toes, I was
Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin', Funnin'
Branko always do some

My computer always glitch, tech support crucial
I was at the Mets game with my father
Lunch Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin'
Say you ready shoot the shot, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that stuff, homie
This is an important game, homie
Get your trash self benched, homie
Big facts, big 4L, homie
Big Hero 6, homie
We run the whole dang court, homie
Y'all homies know what's goin' on, homie
Shot for shot, homie, word for word, homie
Skunk spray everybody
Forget your team, homie, we'll wreck your team
Buddy, Buddy, Buddy

If young Branko don't trust I'm gonna boot you

"Are things better or worse without propane
?
Can you even grill with another fuel?"
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Writer: Vladimir Stojanovski, Branislav Stojanovski
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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