High Noon lyrics

[Intro]
*Paraas go stoopid*


[Chours: Yata]
It's high noon
It's twelwe a'clock
Fixing autotune
While she suck my c*ck
And i'll see you soon
'Cause you really rock
All the way to moon
That b*tch was shocked
Winning in the blackjack
Throwing up the big snack
Needle in the hay stack
Everybody go wack
Big shack, go quack
f*ck jack, lit track
Go back, you lack
Eat dat, flapjack

[Verse 1: Yata]
*Spotify kommer snart walla*
High risk, high reward
Got a big di*k, going full out war
Tasting kinda tonic, going super sonic
Don't know what to say when i hear her moan
I go wah wah wah wah
Your b*tch dat dat dat dat
Her ass fat fat fat fat
I 'finna smash smash smash smash
Pull up with the scooter
Bad bich got a sony computer
Doing homeruns all day long
Had a lot of fun with my real big dong
Turn off the xbox and throw of the socks
Imma' kill this muthermucker got him oma dead locks (wah)
Eating parmesan in the basement
Lil' b*tch gotta' make a replacement
All I want is mac and cheese
Now she sellin antifreeze
First date meeting in the park
Thanos in this b*tch gotta' call Tony Stark
Ouch my leg on my ass see a shark
Playing Mario Kart, 3 2 1 Start!
[Verse 2: Paraas & Yata]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8
I forgot the seven but it's okey
Please don't hate me teacher in math ain't great
You don't have to tell me i know i'm late
I was just trading cards with my best mate
And that motherf*cker gave me a Raticate
Or a Ratata
I don't remember
In december
Cuc*mber
These guys are slumber
Wake up in the mornin' i got murder on my mind
Just kidding i would never ever do that in my life
Well maybe one time but it'll have to be well timed
Not just pop a radnom dude for some random dollar signs
Not past bedtime
Can't waste no time
'Cause thats head-time
Then rewind time
This sh*t doodoo as heck
Aye f*ck you
Listen, I'm only fifteen
I haven't got a lot of experiencing
Iv'e been feeling kinda' lost
Walking 'round like Mister Bean
And all i wanna do is taste that really good lean
But let's talk about something interesting
What if i wanna' become a f*cking sex machine
I mean after all i got a pretty massive peen'
But all the girls are same, nah' that sh*t's depressing
[Chours: Yata]
It's high noon
It's twelwe a'clock
Fixing autotune
While she suck my c*ck
And i'll see you soon
'Cause you really rock
All the way to moon
That b*tch was shocked
Winning in the blackjack
Throwing up the big snack
Needle in the hay stack
Everybody go wack
Big shack, go quack
f*ck jack, lit track
Go back, you lack
Eat dat, flapjack

[Bridge: Yata]
Y'all ready for the best part?
Here we go

[Verse 3: Tikka Masala]
Puff puff, shmoke da' ammy
Shush shush, dem' boys bummy
Rhass rhass dat' da' spinny
Wae wae dem' heads runny
You think I'm funny?
Don't be mad
I show my ramsey
You call yo' dad
Flicka da' wrist making tikka masala
Shtick to da' head like malala malala
*La la laa*
Boom boom boom boom
Man dash like zoom
Botty go tsha doom
Boom boom boom boom
Man dash like zoom
Dotty go tsha doom
Chatty? Ching chef. That my chune
Chatty? Ching chef. That my chune
Chatty? Ching chef. That my chune
Chatty? Ching chef. That my chune
(Heh)
[Outro: Paraas & Yata]
This sh*t already over? Come on bruh
Don't worry fam, just wait 'til next tuesday or sum' sh*t
Aight bet
Yeah, that's nice