Lyrics:
ain't here to stress you, no
That's what your ex do (ex do)
Let me start by saying
Goddamn you're mamma blessed you (Goddamn)
When you move like
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
boys want boys where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, boys want boys, yeah
Ayy, whoa, boys want boys where I'm from, ay
I know you wanna get teamed by the gang
I
boy) hurry up 'cause you're takin' too long
(Talk to me, boy) bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for? (I came
I've been on the creep for a while now
I say ive been chasing dreams for a while now
But you said that I will never make
Boy you fucking hating
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
Bitch please
You ain't gonna act like your shits hard
Please
All your little acts we just diss hard
We don't think you have what it takes boy
Music
I was blinded by sexsation
Temporarily out my head
Ah, please don't hurt my baby
She mustn't know we went to bed
And you could hear him moaning
(holiday Season)
Hot dammit it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European vehicle
Damn Gucci lyrical
Nah, I
can buy all the things that I like Boy
You're all I desire my E-Boy
Oh 2D Boy
You're hot-wired
Right into my mind
Your supercomputer
Powered by my hard
huh
Oh boy, whaddya know, you know?
Yeah, straight game you underdug? Oh boy
Yeah, we stay doin' this, you underdig?
Please believe that part
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
made him proud
Cus they say I got the best birthday in the town
Can you please pipe down boy we've been through this before
If you ruining my birthday
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh
Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh
Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh
Soul Radio
(P-p-please don't go away)
I don't want you to go
This for every kid that been neglected by they parent
God'll be your father and your mamma if you let Him
Bottle up that trauma that you carry and reject
I know that boy he be kapping
Even though he said he talking his shit
Chef by the pot and it's lit
Don't fuck with the boy, I can't fuck with his
behind
Will you stay by my side?
Look mamma I’m rapping
And these fuckers just joking about it
Look mamma I’m snapping
And these clowns just mocking about
then it's getting out of hand
I'm locked in forever mamma know the plan
He rat on his homie that boy took the stand
Joe ji and jb they was sliding in
a boy
That's why home boy is done his little test
And if you think he's touched ur heart
Please just let him blow them , now !!!!!
Hook:
Home boy seen
can I please get the V-neck (On God)
That’s a lil ass boy, he ain’t never been with that
I just want the big risk, yea that’s where the money at
Them
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
don't cry
What you gonna do
I'm sorry that you got raped by them two
Big ugly scare mean and hairy guys
But don't cry I I I
So what you're mamma is
Perché noi non siamo come quegli altri
Supero sfide sai, boy
È come giocare una partita a scacchi
Storie tese come un crime
Esco di giorno e torno quando è
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