Lyrics:
bands go
Drank got me feeling like da man though
Bloom Banchero Brown Magic Or lando
cight it's time to Vibe out
Chef boy I'm D.Ward bring dem pies
Paul 'longside Beyoncé, now hear de man say
Dis a dutty ye, dutty yow (yow), dutty ye (yow), dutty yow (yow, yeah)
Beyoncé sing it now ya
Baby boy
inventer
It's so soulful man it's so soulful man
So soulful man and when you hear it
Is where it feels like soul food man
It was so soulful man it's so
the ice in your hand, Cryse man
I want to know can you come back by and
The way I feel it makes me want to get down and
Oooh look at you bling-blingin'
Beyoncé sing it now, girl
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
I think about you all the time
I
sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that
a boy like what (I want a boy like you)
You want a boy like what (I want you boy, boy, boy)
Check it shorty, if you really want to
Have a man like me
you can blow mine too
(Every man, woman, every boy & girl)
(Let your love lite shine)
(Make a better world believe it)
(People when you feel it)
(Keep
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
A dance without me?
It's like Bad Boys without Mike Lowery
Beenie Man without no Bounty
So Solid Crew without no Audi
All-black everything type of affair
on a victrola - it is Enrico Caruso Tosca e Lucevan Le Stelle, Act III (link below to YouTube)
Attorney General, Philander Knox enters, he’s holding
And we definitely representin' for the masses
So my man Pharoahe Monch gon' step to mic
Let you know what time it is
We gon-na do it like this, check it
These niggas just want you to be like them
They don't want to see you win
These niggas want you to be so broke
You cant comprehend
Be so broke
It
from out of the dark
And I'm curious who they been watching
Not even worried I clean em I mop em
Snapping on jazz instrumentals a white boy
I'm feelin
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
See I'm built different
Boy I been on a mission
Had to go and get it
Ain't no way that I'm switching
On none of my niggas
You wanna get active then
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
a records ain't nobody want to spin
A lame weak broke boy I was never one of them
They be rocking fools gold no it ain't gone glitter
You don't know by now
your mouth biotch.
We'll kick your punk ass to the curb
Sit your stupid ass on the couch
And nod your head to something new Feel it? Na?
Fuck you, we
in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout
good
It feels so good
Verse1
Feels like sex, no lie.
Boy I'm too damn fly.
Got that feeling, feeling you can not buy.
Happiness in my eyes.
Part time
get outta line with me
Or it's a drive-by
My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me
Y'all saw the movie Venom, right?
Well despite a man (Spider Man
ever say no
I feel like a staple that's stuck to the paper
To strive and achieve man I dont need a label
I spit what I feel and I see, ain't no fable
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
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