Lyrics:
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
[Intro]
Love you die
Maker I burn this
Your boy na playboy bkc again
Bicman! Bicman!! Bicman bkc again
Play! Play!! Play!! Playboy
Ydmg me
[Verse 1]
not artists because nobody can play the guitar
not artists because nobody can play the guitar
Ay, boy, whatcha say, boy?
You tryna play coy like a Gameboy?
Hit my phone boy, is you home boy?
Are you alone boy? Come give me dome, boy
Got
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
We do it all for a woman, from hair cut to a wool
We like to live in the jungle, like to play in the peach
What you saying to me?
He said "nigga,
bar, you'd better holla at pit for that shit
Boy got me fucking with the baddest bitch and I might be go buy me extra in
I'm not your uncle artist
that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
Follow dem',Screamin'
boy
Go man, go
But not like a yo-yo, school boy
"Just play it cool, boy
Real cool"
"Easy, Action"
"Shh"
"Cool it A-Rab, cool it, cool it"
and play
Come back and play it, play it, play it, play it
Go get 'em boy, let's party
Yeah
Get him, get him
We had a food fight in somebody's face
a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come
a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come
a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come
the plants
That the sun hadn't set
On this boy yet
I came back an artist
I tried to play a story
Friends called me loser
Yet envied the glory
I
NAT KING COLE LYRICS
Nature Boy
:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
(woman: just give me a try!)
[Verse 1]
(what we gon' do? yeah)
We gon' work, we gon' play
We gon' lead the way
We gon' say everything that we
to the people
Family says I leave her
I don't have time
For the play play
She a good chick yo
But I'm married to the
Related
To the related to the paper
came to watch me play last night
I got a cut of the door
It's about this time
I start recalling how my mother said I didn't wanna be an artist
'Cause
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