| Is it me or a 745
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| Come on with Pirelli tires
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| Plus I’m lookin hella fly
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| That’s why I got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY
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| Could it be they see me pull up in a G4
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| Stuntin like an eagle
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| So flossy in my street clothes
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| That’s what got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY
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| Chea, Chea
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| She like the flyest guys
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| In the flyest rides
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| BALLIN! |
| Like Jim Jones we flyin high
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| That new four door flyin spurt, flyin by
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| Maui Wowi in the coconut blunt, hawaiin high
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| Hopin out the ride
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| Look at mami’s eyes
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| She see the 22's, now mami wanna ride
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| A hundred carrot charm
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| Call me the fall guy
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| Cuz I be stuntin nigga throwin hundred’s in the sky
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| You niggas make it rain
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| I make it hurricane
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| You smokin mary jane
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| I got that purple mayne
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| And I can leave with the phattest bitch, swervin lanes
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| Here come my game, so dummy, that I deserve the brain
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| You see the biker chain hangin from the air, ticks
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| You see the protege’s, same on my feet
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| You see the dvs', the same on my teeth
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| Shinin on them hoes (?)
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| Is it me or a 745
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| Come on with Pirelli tires
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| Plus I’m lookin hella fly
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| That’s why I got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY
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| Could it be they see me pull up in a G4
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| Stuntin like an eagle
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| So flossy in my street clothes
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| That’s what got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY
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| Her legs is so soft
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| Her ass is so soft
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| Her tits is so soft
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| She love niggas that soft
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| But I go soo hard
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| Like Wayne on that 'caine in the coke chart
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| BMF style poppin rows at the Crow Bar (SOUTH BEACH!)
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| Miami Life
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| Dodgin Miami Vice
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| They go to David Bling, Kissin Miami Ice
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| There go my Haitian niggas, rep Miami right
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| We at the Rolex, trickin on Miami dykes
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| I’m at the Harlem Knights, when I’m in H-Town
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| It’s Rap-A-Lot for life, call it J-Town (J-Prince!)
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| When I’m in A-Town
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| I’m at the Body Tap
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| I’m with my nigga Sean Paul, and everybody strapped
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| I got a Georgia Peach
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| We call her From The Front
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| Because the ass so big, you see it from the front
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| I mean the ass so big, I hit it for a month
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| After I hit it, I could pass a bitch just like a blunt
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| Is it me or a 745
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| Come on with Pirelli tires
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| Plus im lookin hella fly
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| That’s why I got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY
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| Could it be they see me pull up in a G4
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| Stuntin like an eagle
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| So flossy in my street clothes
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| That’s what got these bitches like
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| HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Boy , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Million Dollar Mouth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп