Lyrics:
got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want you
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad Boys
Diggin up a dead be -boy and watch him as bones break
Like skaters slippin of poles on Real TV
So see me for real CDs and DVDs
Cassettes, vinyl, tailor
on a track
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
girl sending pictures to me; no snapchat
Back track, to when I really gave a shit
Back when I was just a kid and never saw a brick
Talkin' way back
Let me tell y'all what it's like,
Being male, middle-class and white.
It's a bitch, if you don't believe, listen up to my new CD.
I got shit
Let me tell ya'll what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new cd
Sham on
I got
a million toys for a million different boys
There's only one that I like
There's a million toys for a million different boys
There's only one that I like
I
like I've never seen before in my life
Brought me a CD from a guy selling them in Time Square
It was his first album redemption back in 2005-2006
When
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
I'm just not her to exist, I am here to Live
Curating the hits like I am Jonathan Swift
We Making this music right out in da Hills
Chasin the money n
you right back with a fat ass sack
Give em just enough to keep em coming back
In my one room shack is where we making these tracks
Flipping these CDs
You give a trash CD I can't play that
Ride around town in the ughh AHH look
Ride around town in this coupe boy its too fast
I pull up to the show I got
it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
I been tested I been flexin
But the boy ain't affected
By the haters
Catch me later
Cuz now the girls cater
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Rockin' The Suburbs
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a b*tch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
no smoke
Leave me alone girl I ain't tryna bone
We talkin' abstinence your boy needs a throne
Cus I stay fly like Sir Hilts and his drone
Lil Podd
like its Mario
I can’t see any girls but this one my bro
She be, looking fly yeah from head to toe
All my boys spitting bars in the studio
Man I’m tired
nine
Feel like Chuck Norris, cuz its Prime Time
Call him a Weasel when popped with the 5
Nickname is Arby's I stay with the beef
That boy talk reckless,
You need it, but you know you gotta have it boy
The music is freein'
(Out on the weekend, Out on the weekend, weekend)
This is for the girls comin'
Hook
Rap fiend
got me hooked ima track fiend
Rapping laps around cats
Like a track meet
I'm 1st place
how u think u gone catch me
Tef-Lon or Mr.
Green dollar sign eyes skin shiny like gold
Shawty said she been plotting on your boy
I got plans of my own
Girl I’m doing my own scheming trying
you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before
Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better
track you’ll look like a du-my you might say that’s mean wake up life ain’t a dream or maybe it could be life like this would be lovely I’m writing this
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