Lyrics:
up Krabs, Fuck it up Krabs, Fuck it up Krabs Ooh, ooh, peek-a-boo, who's that slidin' down your block? Oh look, it's me and the crew Boatmobile ain't
Shooter might drop a nuke, he on overkill On this VPN, invisible like the Boatmobile (Skrrt, skrrt) Black Louis belt, take it off and sensei him (Bitch)
quarter Sanitation officer called he was a hoarder To the invisible boatmobile No time for breakfast eat a quick meal 2 best heroes we so real Make fun
that im willing right now My nigga just wait Convertible boatmobile Come ride this wave On the road to success Yalls ain't een paved Stand at attention
me Like a Boatmobile license, y'all could never really get me I got more fucking bars in my brain Than Eugene has Bikini Bottom Dollars in his safe You
taking hold I keep looking at this cheese thinking of his holes Take me back to better days Jelly fishing smoking haze Boatmobile back to your place Eating
factory pastry I haven't seen her around this town for a while Now Bikini Bottom's not the same without her She got my boatmobile when I was out
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