Lyrics The Boy - Samantha Mumba, Omero Mumba

The Boy

Oh-oh
Ooh
Checkin' you walkin' 'round in ya Timbs
And I must admit that you’re looking kind of fly, man
Rough boy, tough boy, attitude
And you gotta know that I wanna be down
And ooh, look at you bling blingin'
Ooh, you got me feenin'
Ooh, inside I’m screamin'
Ooh, boy
I can’t maintain when I hear your name
'Cause you got it and I want it
Boy, you’re what I’m lookin' for
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
The next day you came by looking nice, man
I peeped the ice in your ring and your cross
And I wanna know, can you come back by?
And the way I’m feeling makes me wanna get down
And ooh, can’t stop what I’m feelin'
Ooh, you got me daydreamin'
Ooh, inside I’m screamin'
Ooh, I like what I’m seein'
I’m swept away by your dismay
'Cause you got it and I want it
Boy, you’re what I’m lookin' for
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy (My kind of man)
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy (You should be my man)
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
Boy
Boy (Boy)
Boy
Love the way you walk
Love the way you talk
(Boy)
Oh boy, oh boy
Taking over your soft boy, you melt
Hit boy, make you feel like you never felt
I know I told you I’d be working these late nights
I know you miss the good fun and the pillow fights
But I’m a boy and I gotta stay on my job
Yeah, it’s hard, you want a rich man, don’t ya?
No slob, you wanna lay up, don’t ya?
No job, you wanna hit the streets, huh, get robbed
A wifey, queen status, you the baddest
Cute chick’s the maddest, with furs and karats
Feelin' alright 'cause the day you comin' back
You walked in the door 'cause I got your bags packed
'Cause you comin' on a trip, huh, we gonna let 'em know
We spin and we dip, huh, the bed sit real low
When we dip, huh, we on point
The hit boys royale district, come on
It’s no mystery, baby
You’re my fantasy, baby
It’s our destiny, baby
'Cause you got it and I want it
Boy, you’re what I’m looking, all I’m looking for
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy
A thug boy, a tough boy
A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy
A cute boy, a hip boy
Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy