"What Colour's Your Bugatti?" lyrics
(parody of "Shape Of You" by Ed Sheeran)
Top of the morning friend
My name is Andrew
I have cars of plated gold
Me and my brother drink sparkling water and achieve all our goals
The government target my empire to crush me
I expose the media feds, yeah
They sent 10 S.W.A.T. trucks and a fucking helicopter
While I puff cigars in bed
They threw me in a two-foot room
Ho lights holed up
Nothing but still water bottles I can drink
And a book that I can't read
Reading is cringe
Think your own things
La Croix
Get me a soda
I am too based for tap water in the sink
Come on. I want a Hi-C
Grab me a bottle of tea
I've been charged with the rape of two
And with porn exploitation too
They took all of my Porsche Coupes and 34 Maseratis
And 500 million Rupes and they sent me to my doom
My defense in Romanian court is Dude
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
Every day I'm spending in jail isn't cool
I've been fucked by the Matrix
Good evening, friend
It's a pleasure. How are you?
They call me "Cobra Tate"
I make at least 50 million dollars a week
And all the charges on me are fake
You see the feminist powers wanna weaken the manosphere and make us all pathetic and gay
And so the media attacks me
And no one ever aks me
If I'm having a good day
It be like
Girls all want my likes and hugs
Jordan Peterson's daughter's in love with me
So is Ben's sister Abby
Those milkers are a 8.3
You soys talk online too much
Get out and join Hustlers University
There I'll tech you to compete
Look outside. It's the police
Your Honour, I'm a real good dude
And a black belt in Jiu Jitsu
Your tampon for a change is due
Get these crime charges off me
I'll write this as a haiku
Tell these ladies to chill I'm blue da ba bee
And my luxury car is too
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
Every wagey is mad that I get mad poon
Number one in tae kwon du
What's wrong
This is crazy
I'm on trial just for raping someone
And also enslaving some broad
But that doesn't faze me
I'm drunk
Look at all the wageys comment on my page
They're all raging for some reason
It's OK
I'm someone that owns Divos and a Datsun
I have lunch
I get bacon soup
And I've tried every Cajun food
I've sampled beef and mang ragu
I ate pork chops in Bali
I enjoy eating tiramisu with a pinch of vegan fondue
If you have a problem with anything, I do
What colour's your Bugatti?
Get off of my case ye scumbags
You're all fucking wageys fall back
Your dad should've came in cumrags
Your mom should've gave me some vaj
I'm on Rumble making comeback
I'm out here just dropping some fax
Would you please send a peso or some juice?
I'm in hugs with raping goons
My name is Andrew
I have cars of plated gold
Me and my brother drink sparkling water and achieve all our goals
The government target my empire to crush me
I expose the media feds, yeah
They sent 10 S.W.A.T. trucks and a fucking helicopter
While I puff cigars in bed
They threw me in a two-foot room
Ho lights holed up
Nothing but still water bottles I can drink
And a book that I can't read
Reading is cringe
Think your own things
La Croix
Get me a soda
I am too based for tap water in the sink
Come on. I want a Hi-C
Grab me a bottle of tea
I've been charged with the rape of two
And with porn exploitation too
They took all of my Porsche Coupes and 34 Maseratis
And 500 million Rupes and they sent me to my doom
My defense in Romanian court is Dude
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
Every day I'm spending in jail isn't cool
I've been fucked by the Matrix
Good evening, friend
It's a pleasure. How are you?
They call me "Cobra Tate"
I make at least 50 million dollars a week
And all the charges on me are fake
You see the feminist powers wanna weaken the manosphere and make us all pathetic and gay
And so the media attacks me
And no one ever aks me
If I'm having a good day
It be like
Girls all want my likes and hugs
Jordan Peterson's daughter's in love with me
So is Ben's sister Abby
Those milkers are a 8.3
You soys talk online too much
Get out and join Hustlers University
There I'll tech you to compete
Look outside. It's the police
Your Honour, I'm a real good dude
And a black belt in Jiu Jitsu
Your tampon for a change is due
Get these crime charges off me
I'll write this as a haiku
Tell these ladies to chill I'm blue da ba bee
And my luxury car is too
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
What colour's your Bugatti?
Every wagey is mad that I get mad poon
Number one in tae kwon du
What's wrong
This is crazy
I'm on trial just for raping someone
And also enslaving some broad
But that doesn't faze me
I'm drunk
Look at all the wageys comment on my page
They're all raging for some reason
It's OK
I'm someone that owns Divos and a Datsun
I have lunch
I get bacon soup
And I've tried every Cajun food
I've sampled beef and mang ragu
I ate pork chops in Bali
I enjoy eating tiramisu with a pinch of vegan fondue
If you have a problem with anything, I do
What colour's your Bugatti?
Get off of my case ye scumbags
You're all fucking wageys fall back
Your dad should've came in cumrags
Your mom should've gave me some vaj
I'm on Rumble making comeback
I'm out here just dropping some fax
Would you please send a peso or some juice?
I'm in hugs with raping goons
