Lyrics:
T'es pas mon boy
You ain't my nigga
You ain't my nigga
T'es pas mon boy
T'es pas mon boy
Verse 3
A visionary's what you
Said that we should be
No
With even the alphabet she only sings the crooked letters
Let mama take all the risks
For that chemistry she like them tougher than leather
?
By any
Boy you are literally so fine that it's disrespectful
Like what?
Oh my God
Shawty say she want a pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy
Yea, pretty boy
like about yourself makes you interesting, I know for sure you will always be by my side cos that's the typa person you are, you never fold with those
like about yourself makes you interesting, I know for sure you will always be by my side cos that's the typa person you are, you never fold with those
pride, nigga be rid'n' by just like that can lose they life
now two families fightin', momma's cryin', askin' God why, why you put this pain in my heart,
boy run
See this black boy run
Now see us rollin'
Over credence that was stolen
By catchers that look like Holden
Rye bones with spirits broken
fools
You know me don't play by the rules
And if ur boys wanna chit chat
Ya know that we bring them tools
We broke man up like a kitkat
Did it again put
You know I
(Flow by)
Whassup?
(Go boy)
Let's go
(Flow boy is in the building)
You know I
(Flow boy)
I'ma
(Go boy)
C'mon
[Outro]
Now that's how you
strapped
For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection
Young niggaz stay strapped
For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak
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
I should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope, boy
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' coke, boy
there's just one boy I know
Who can give 'em that extra thrill
Oh, sweet jealousy
Is this revenge?
'Cause it's me, me, me
Who'll be holding him
micros
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
clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need
That's not mean to me
I love a boy
That's not a stupid dick
I need a big boy
I need a
I need a big boy
I need a
Big boy
I used to eat small guys like you
the treehouse tree
And for the longest time it was just us two
The boy and the horse that was me
Until the day the purple bear came
To live in the treehouse
right?
People walk the Earth and they're blinded by the light
'Cause they think they're doing right by living out this white lie that says we'll be
kindness
I'm getting better with time with leading by example
They come to ya boy for guidance (ayyy)
Love when shit ain't adding up I'm subtracting it quick
the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big you know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home
I said
the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big you know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home
I said
the gay orgy
Gave head for my spot, it wasn't somethin' they just gave away
Sorry to all the boys that might've caught me on a straighter day
Fuck you
think I'm a Cowboy Beamer M3 and they sitting on some alloys
Black Boy King, diamond ring, and you know it bling Moving right to left, hypnotized by
he's such a pretty liar and by that I mean he said he'd "change"
My boy, my boy, my boy
Don't love me like he promised
My boy, my boy, my boy
He
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