Lyrics:
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
that that that that that that girl
Sindy
That that that that that that that girl
That that that that that girl
Hold on
I know a woman by the name
with a pretty boy
She wanna marry me, girl are you really sure?
I be chasing money like I'm really poor
Poor me up a drink I need a little more
She say I
this guy
You see, he's got all the girls talkin'
Makes 'em sweat
Just by the way he's walkin'
They wish they had him
But, they never will
'Cause
You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
that he feel safe, no joker
She say I look a dope boy (Dope boy)
Say I smell good like a Rasta
Said I talk, like a thug nigga (But it sound smooth, like
boys that know wat it is that comes with it knows wat a girl like to feel
I want a boy that can make mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Feels so good it makes
sticks by my side call 'em Batman and Robin
These niggas be broke got 2k in my pocket
I got a lotta bullets on me he can try if he wanna
Imma send that boy
popping, big, big boy popping
Eshey o shey
Eshey o shey
That's my kinda thing
That's my kinda kinda girl
That's my kinda kinda girl
That's my kinda kinda
Charlie Puth
Stuck in yo' head like a cavity tooth
Dragging you down with the gravity dude
I don't want girls that are nagging me dude
Brand new pants I
walking to the boys and girls club this was after class
Approached by this crip named Dashe he seen my flag
The conversation that took place would make
Commissioner
The mother say she boy was ah hustler
But for crimes like murder
There is no good reason or rhyme
Poverty eh no damn excuse for crime
No Way
Poverty
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
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
Yeah, where I'm from them boys will dap you up and smoke your dead brother
And I hate people, I can't lie, I'm scared of them
And he lied straight
Yo bro
Skinny bad boy
Fii the girls them
Calm down make you listen
Odoyewu make I rock your body staying with my baby no send anybody
For your matter
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
girl
It´s such a good feeling girl
To have you in my life
Cause girl I need your love
My girl my girl my girl
Yeah i´m so proud to call you my girl
My
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
been seeing you around
And you're looking good
I don't know if it's the clothes you wear
But when you walk by I can't help but stare
And I love it girl
the boys and girls
Well, I'm wanted by the men want to learn my line
I'm wanted by the women cause I love so fine
Wanted by the boys wanna learn my
Come in with the squad
I think I'm a god
Pussy boy stop talking
You just pocket watching
Lotta girls I got options
See the money they flocking
Bitch
at I need to recline
Tryna make good bread but without the market
I just hit ATL now I'm hitting Charlotte
Street sweeping the block I'm not talking
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