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Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with
linger, linger
If you're a boy or if you're a girl
I love you just the same
Wherever you go, all over the world
A rose by any name
If you're a boy
like oh boy
I be like oh boy
I be like oh boy
I be like oh boy
I be like oh boy
I'm drowning I'm drowning
I need help oh boy
Gotta free my mind yeah
Hot boy, hot boy, hot hot
Who gon' stop me
Got a couple shooters in the backseat
When my opps link up, it's a track meet
80 on the dash, can't get
hated by enemies
But careful when investing my energies I’m Warren Buffet
See no one made me can’t shake me oh boy you gotta love it
You know it’s quality
And every night she would say
Help my boy began
Take the lord by the hand
Let the little boy sing
Got a feeling that takes you home
Got a melody of his
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
boy, yeah
I stand by your soft intentions
Scream back my true deception
If only you could hate like i hate
Then maybe baby
Maybe you could be my pretty
Peugeot.
My older brother was a gi-joe.
Red white and blue from my head to my.
Toes.
I'm an American boy.
(He has words speeches by Martin Luther
Lawerence Taylor
RG3 when he played with Baylor
Rip Sean Taylor that boy there was ah true player
stack my money up by layer
got some for now and some for
to open my Mouth iiight and blind you Too
This that big boy shit
Big boy talk
You know i mean business By the way a nigger walk
This that big boy shit
Big
around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any
sweetie
I won't get impressed by a big willy
I'll chop your dick off
Big big big
Big big big
I love a boy with some big lips to eat my cheeks
I love a boy
around boy
I smoke by the pound boy
The pound boy the pound
My pockets big mound boy
I stay drippin down boy
I keep that uh-huh
I get around boy
I stick
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
believe the preacher and I never been a choir boy
But my pockets do hit high notes like Mariah, boy
Yeah, I keep my angel low like maya, boy
Then I pull
a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
You see fire in my eyes cause the boy is going ham
Call the fire department cause the boy is going ham
We're high
You're low
Cause the boy is going
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, You boys have
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