Search results for 'b boy by macklemore' Page #556

breaking hearts not caring what you think
Dancing all by myself, don't need anyone else
Cause the spotlights hitting me
Different than it ever has, boy that

Cuz' you complain about my noise, you ain't hear my voice yet
I know you made a choice, mine's right by your doorstep
I'm rocking with my boys, we

okay to cry like one
Cuz it's a rich girls wild west
And a poor boy pays the check
By the whiskers on my chin I been country
And now I'm going back again

2k20 tho remember when its 2k21
We gon' run up that bag this ain't shit
(BANDS BITCH!)
Aye, AZ hot boy bitch
LLG baby, ToTurnt
Long live Lee, free

Smoking dope got da wheel burning
Never hate, nigga wait your turn
It ain't what you take boy it’s about what you earn
And you better wait it out
Them

much)
I can tell by your eyes your smile your touch
Boy it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter
It don't matter

Gonzy going too crazy with this motherfucker
Yeah
Ring the alarm
Bitch on my dick, i got tat on my arm
(Alarm)
Yeah
Feel like a don
Stick by the bed

Crusin’ with a Luxman
Yea
I can do this by myself who said I need you
Racks piling who said that I need you
Plug jumpin trying to see where it lead

all on yo forehead
Coming for all you clowns going fed
One by one till them cowards dead

Leaving yall boys in dust mayne
Catch up pussy boy
Bass.
All

rapper yeah he broke
And I take that boy for a joke
Niggas talk like they a beast
Real life Cousy O.P.
Smoking strong gas by the O.Z.
That’s the mids

moonlight?

In the year of 1860, on the Miami-Erie waterway
Johnny Morehouse, as boys will do, went to the canal to play
Accompanied by his dog always both

the noise, you with the boys, we raging
But you can leave it all behind (behind, behind)
Cuz you’ll have me right by your side (your side your side)
Room's

for my fam both sides I try to spread love but the love still divide but his love still alive
And even though I'm far when I push these bars I be right

I was inspired by these streets I should have known better
Them niggas didn't give shit to me I got my own cheddar
Running ducking from police I

butter bullshit a look this NO man we bout to do it 
I stay blowing on niggas I never Give a fuck
Anytime I'm in the booth lova

The boy ball like where

thing I know
In god we trust
I'll mount it brick by brick
Like boy I built this shit no Tetris
I'd changed phones On these hoe's and
Yet they still don't

I met her daddy and her momma
And I promised no drama
Everything is gonna' be alright
They put a little trust in this small town boy
I can betcha'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you hustle for the bag that's fine by me
Yeah, don't you ever try to deny me, yeah
Shoutout my boy Connor, he just turned

ain't no dope boy i promise this the real me aint no pretending all this Shit I'm saying it's written by me no other person i rather be

I promise I will

that boy needs a hero 
There's been a robbery he's shaking with fear oh
He's been struck by that feline feeling 
He's got the need for some sexual

robbers
I used to take shit like boy where your honor ?
Be swift with ya blick fore a nigga disarm you
Beam on his scalp erase it like Caillou
Bishop

butterflies and angels
Followed by the queen
Boy, I'm royal

Zombies and goblins
I'm haunted by the phantom
Curses from the past
Disrupt my future

Versions

by judge and jury

The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys

They used to call us block boys we had dope and packs by the pound
They used to call us dog out? Might've had ya daughter on couches
They used