LRC歌词

[ti:Boy]
[ar:E-40/B-Legit/P-Lo]
[al:Connected and Respected]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Boy - E-40/B-Legit/P-Lo
[00:01.56]Lyrics by:Brandt Jones/Earl T. Stevens
[00:03.12]Composed by:Earl T. Stevens/Brandt Jones
[00:04.68]Yo P-Lo time to bring the bass back
[00:06.25]Yo yo
[00:09.97]Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
[00:12.83]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[00:16.18]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[00:18.37]Call it
[00:18.94]I don't think you want no problems
[00:21.19]Wake wake s**t up ayy
[00:23.03]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[00:26.23]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[00:28.23]Call it
[00:28.90]I don't think you want no problems
[00:31.25]You see it you see it woo
[00:32.68]VS's in my grill you peeped it you peeped it woo
[00:35.18]I'm a boy for real I keep it I keep it ahh
[00:37.70]On me stay heated I'll knock the meat out yo' pita
[00:40.03]Crack them gates up in Rita or should I say jail
[00:42.66]Jpay corrlinks and music by mail
[00:44.96]I started with nothin' ended up with a lot
[00:47.30]All my life I been hustlin' and clutchin' choppas and Glocks
[00:49.76]Man I get it to pop whenever I'm on the block
[00:52.31]Never know who will score when you feed 'em the rock
[00:55.09]Six in the mornin' dreads at my spot
[00:57.76]Ball on the floor team ready to drop
[01:00.07]Run with scotch I roll one up
[01:02.67]Enough in my blunt to levitate like monks
[01:05.40]Big boss status ain't made for runts
[01:07.48]Exotics online that'll wake s**t up
[01:09.81]Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
[01:13.04]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[01:16.12]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[01:18.18]Call it
[01:18.89]I don't think you want no problems
[01:21.08]Wake wake s**t up ayy
[01:22.85]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[01:26.17]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[01:28.29]Call it
[01:28.88]I don't think you want no problems
[01:30.37]I'm authentic
[01:31.06]Got a Bela and a heater when I'm off in it
[01:33.49]When I meet her I'ma need about a soft minute
[01:35.98]We could chop it over lunch maybe talk spinach
[01:38.64]Got a product we can rock and we walk with it
[01:41.09]Get a bag run it up then we run it back
[01:43.71]Get a pack to the yak watch how they act
[01:46.25]It's a wrap when it's wrapped and it's all intact
[01:48.63]If I ain't a real boy what you call that
[01:51.16]Havin' at it gettin' to it
[01:52.95]I'm on this juice same color as transmission fluid
[01:55.80]Two units on my collarbone
[01:57.20]But the screen cracked on my iPhone
[01:59.96]And uh these n***as dealin' with their hormones
[02:02.73]They actin' like b***hes they need some tampons
[02:05.25]I'm havin' my riches I'm sittin' on a few tickets
[02:07.24]And I'll lay a n***a out like a nap-kon BIATCH
[02:10.48]Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
[02:13.02]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[02:16.12]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[02:18.29]Call it
[02:18.97]I don't think you want no problems
[02:20.92]Wake wake s**t up ayy
[02:23.01]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[02:26.16]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[02:28.35]Call it
[02:29.00]I don't think you want no problems
[02:31.00]Everything Gucci in another week
[02:33.41]Just put the stash in a seven-three
[02:35.87]Me and little bruh we don't even speak
[02:38.35]Block me on the 'gram I ain't even peep
[02:40.86]All I ever had was a bunch of love
[02:43.15]Pop anybody tryin' to f**k with 'cuz
[02:45.73]It is what it is was what it was
[02:48.34]Truth really is we don't give a f**k
[02:50.03]Rose gold Rucci rims on my Chevy the paint wet wet
[02:52.73]Bought a studio with my soundexchange check
[02:54.56]Soundexchange check
[02:55.22]I'm a movie ho you can find me on the set set
[02:57.71]Slappin' dominoes shootin' dice talkin' s**t biatch
[03:00.18]Excruciating throb in the trunk of the mob
[03:02.75]Mama used to tell me to get me a job
[03:05.14]I used to tell my mama don't you worry sahob
[03:07.72]One day my pockets gon' be as fat as the blob
[03:10.13]Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
[03:12.85]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[03:16.21]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[03:18.23]Call it
[03:18.86]I don't think you want no problems
[03:21.07]Wake wake s**t up ayy
[03:23.15]On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
[03:26.21]If I ain't a real boy what you call it
[03:28.10]Call it
[03:28.91]I don't think you want no problems

文本歌词


Boy - E-40/B-Legit/P-Lo
Lyrics by:Brandt Jones/Earl T. Stevens
Composed by:Earl T. Stevens/Brandt Jones
Yo P-Lo time to bring the bass back
Yo yo
Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
Wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
You see it you see it woo
VS's in my grill you peeped it you peeped it woo
I'm a boy for real I keep it I keep it ahh
On me stay heated I'll knock the meat out yo' pita
Crack them gates up in Rita or should I say jail
Jpay corrlinks and music by mail
I started with nothin' ended up with a lot
All my life I been hustlin' and clutchin' choppas and Glocks
Man I get it to pop whenever I'm on the block
Never know who will score when you feed 'em the rock
Six in the mornin' dreads at my spot
Ball on the floor team ready to drop
Run with scotch I roll one up
Enough in my blunt to levitate like monks
Big boss status ain't made for runts
Exotics online that'll wake s**t up
Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
Wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
I'm authentic
Got a Bela and a heater when I'm off in it
When I meet her I'ma need about a soft minute
We could chop it over lunch maybe talk spinach
Got a product we can rock and we walk with it
Get a bag run it up then we run it back
Get a pack to the yak watch how they act
It's a wrap when it's wrapped and it's all intact
If I ain't a real boy what you call that
Havin' at it gettin' to it
I'm on this juice same color as transmission fluid
Two units on my collarbone
But the screen cracked on my iPhone
And uh these n***as dealin' with their hormones
They actin' like b***hes they need some tampons
I'm havin' my riches I'm sittin' on a few tickets
And I'll lay a n***a out like a nap-kon BIATCH
Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
Wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
Everything Gucci in another week
Just put the stash in a seven-three
Me and little bruh we don't even speak
Block me on the 'gram I ain't even peep
All I ever had was a bunch of love
Pop anybody tryin' to f**k with 'cuz
It is what it is was what it was
Truth really is we don't give a f**k
Rose gold Rucci rims on my Chevy the paint wet wet
Bought a studio with my soundexchange check
Soundexchange check
I'm a movie ho you can find me on the set set
Slappin' dominoes shootin' dice talkin' s**t biatch
Excruciating throb in the trunk of the mob
Mama used to tell me to get me a job
I used to tell my mama don't you worry sahob
One day my pockets gon' be as fat as the blob
Ayy yeah wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems
Wake wake s**t up ayy
On my mama I can't make s**t up ayy
If I ain't a real boy what you call it
Call it
I don't think you want no problems

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