Cole Myer – Tunky Funk Marching Band (Lyrics & Video)

Tunky Funk Marching Band – Cole Myer Lyrics

Went to Alaska, I gave her icicle in an igloo (I said I quit, Monte)

We had sex at seven o'clock, I've been itchy since noon

I'm with the Pope, you can catch me at the Vatican sitting with dude

Take my words out of context and I'm going to jail

I don't even got a bond, if I did, they wouldn't pay my bail

I ship our names together, she said"okay, go ahead and sail"

She hates acting tough cause deep down, she's really frail

Ah okay, let me break it down

I'm at the baker's house gettin' baked and bounced off these butter brownies filled up with an ounce of that magic brown

I'm with Magic Mike, my pole holds a baker's dozen, slight

Woke up the next morning, I'm still high as a kite

And Shottz on my phone like"we still drinkin' beer, right?"

Just woke up and hit a little shimmy, then I hit my jiggy

Tryna turn her like my name is Timmy, twist it hard like it's a titty

Go ahead and shake my toes, I mean my piggies

She reveal her color, I saw pink and I said gimme, now I'm sliding down her chimney

She keep tryna slide into my life, I change her name to Pidgey

When she smiles, I can see her gums, I change her name to Wrigley

I'm at Mickey Mouse's clubhouse, no Mickey, just Minnie

She keep asking me to help her out, I don't give pity

Had to take a look around, became the hardest in my city

Knew that I would make it out ever since that remix of Drizzy

Juice didn't do XXL, at least they had Trippie

Only juice you ever drank was out of a cup, sippy

Logan Paul, cheese drippy, Clavicular and Woah Vicky

Cole Myer, Lil Dicky, took a trip to Mississippi

Walk into your city committee and tryna bust out a quickie

That's just what I do when the receptionist pretty

The Migos went to a Diddy party to make slippery

Who y'all trustin' with our future, who we got writin' history?

I've been going OCD, I'm caring about the symmetry

Y'all been leaving people under dirt like the cemetery

When I die, turn me to ashes, don't leave me to bury

Take my words out of context and I'm going to jail

I don't even got a bond, if I did, they wouldn't pay my bail

I ship our names together, she said"okay, go ahead and sail"

She hates acting tough cause deep down, she's really frail

Ah okay, let me break it down

I'm at the baker's house gettin' baked and bounced off these butter brownies filled up with an ounce of that magic brown

I'm with Magic Mike, my pole holds a baker's dozen, slight