| Yeah
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah
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| Woah
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| Yeah
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| I got my back against the world
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| I got some women talking nice
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| Aye, that’s a slide up in my DMs, woah
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| Yeah
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| These little rappers talking slick
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| Can’t keep their girlfriends of my dick
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| Aye, that’s a problem with the mandem, woah!
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| Me don’t ever talk around, me don’t conversate
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| Me just fucking up the game, burning down the scene
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| Momma, I be making stacks, Dubai with the team
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| Tripple 5 them boys boy, what the fuck you mean?
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| Me don’t ever fuck around
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| I slap 'em if they touch the crown
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| They underrate a nigga 'cause he conscious
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| I pull up when I hit your town
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| All you used to run your mouth
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| But when it’s meet up nigg, its only silence
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| Yeah
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| You better check me, I’m too reckless these days
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| These bugs tryna catch the hype of my fucking mattress these days
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| And fuck the free shit, no more shit about my exes these days
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| I’m Seri the King, that boy boy
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| I’m the maddest these days
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| Aye
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| Who these niggas talking bout?
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| Boy boy!
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| He be burning down the whole fucking scene!
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| Boy boy, stop!
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| Everybody wanna try
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| Boy boy!
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| He burning down your whole fucking block
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| Boy boy!
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| On some real, nigga, he just took the game
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| Boy boy!
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| Diggits on his motherfucking name
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| Boy boy, stop!
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| He just killed these fucking lames
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| Boy boy!
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| He just aiming for the motherfucking top
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| Boy boy, stop!
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| Fugazi ass rappers, catch em' lying and such
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| Your counterfeits is all worried 'cause them numbers too tough
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| He went from couches to hotels, blow ups with Alicia
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| Them Cortez and them track suits
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| Mirror, mirror, he that nigga
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| Me ain’t never skipped a meal, Me just duplicate
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| Bebe, tell me how you feel, cherry pie, Sade
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| They ain’t never had a dice, me ain’t never played
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| Motherfucker what it is? |
| Get out the fucking way!
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| I pull up when I hit your block
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| I deuce it from the highest top
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| No shaking hands 'cause all you niggas nauseous
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| My drops got all these suckers fucked
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| Woke, no more calling hogs
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| On a front row, your favorite rapper getting bodied
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| Yeh, you better listen real close right now
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| I am the realist story that has ever been told right now
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| So keep your eyes wide open
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| And your ears even wider
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| And watch the words that you carry
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| Me no talking no Mariah
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| Boy boy
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| Who these niggas talking bout
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| Boy boy
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| He be burning down the whole fucking scene
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| Boy boy stop
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| Everybody wanna try
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| Boy boy
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| He burning down your whole fucking block
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| Boy boy
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| On some real nigga Heshook took game
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| Boy boy
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| Diggits on his motherfucking name
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| Boy boy stop
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| He just killed these fucking lames
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| Boy boy
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| He just aiming for the motherfucking top
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| Boy boy stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boy Boy , by - Serious Klein. Song from the album You Should've Known, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп