| (Low-key
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| Wowowowowowowowoo
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| Yah)
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| I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
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| Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
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| Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
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| Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
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| They say mo' money mo' problems I’m feeling all the better
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| If I had on three hoodies I still wouldn’t even sweat her
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| I’m feeling like wowowowowowowow
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| I try to tell her wowowowowowowow
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| Feeling good I’m feeling better
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| Momma told me son run that shit up cuz you have to go and make your own way,
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| yeah
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| Spilt on your girl with a little bit of drip so I call that bitch Obey
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| Count that backend swear to God the other day I made me about a 100K
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| Got black boy joy, you can see it all in a nigga face
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| I just walked out with a bag
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| I drip big Louie, Fendi, Goyard sacks
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| I hopped in Porsche then I hopped in the Jag'
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| Bitch I’m just cooling posted drippin' swag, ayyy
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| That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
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| That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
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| That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
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| That black boy joy, yeah, nigga that black boy joy
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| I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
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| Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
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| Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
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| Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
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| I’m so blessed
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| Never pressed
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| My skin glowing
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| That’s a flex
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| Who is you?
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| Unimpressed
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| Why they hating?
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| I’m perplexed
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| I feel like a billi'
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| Woke up this morning let’s get it
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| Turn a model to a big
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| Go shopping in Paris like in Lenox, yeah
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| Sky is the limit no ceilings
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| Serena, Venus on my neck all tennis, back that
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| Bet that I always wanna get that, pullin' up
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| Looking like I’m 'bout big business
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| Cuz my new whip it just got no ceiling
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| Being a real nigga my only intention
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| God blessed me with my intuition
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| Don’t get it fucked up got the fire on me nigga
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| If they going out sad don’t vibe with them niggas
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| RIP Nip we still riding for you nigga
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| Can a nigga start on syrup
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| I got black boy joy yessir
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| I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
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| Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
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| Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
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| Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Boy Joy , by - Reese Laflare. Song from the album Final Fantasy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп