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Boy (feat. T.I.)
Lil Bibby
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Boy Boy Boy Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money I'm a boss stacking all this money My safe stay full of new hundreds My trap house still doing numbers Show you how to turn nothing into something I pull up to the scene They like Bibby what you on Got the chrome One up in the dome Play I'll get you gone Money on my phone So I told that b***h hold on Put the business first Then see what the hoes on Young nigga stunting Walking round with this gold on I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on Niggas dissing Acting like some women Hey but we ain't really tripping Cause we got some pots to piss in Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money When we pull up as the shit And go get your b***h's attention She wishing her and my d**k could have a head on collision My guarder number one We be bumming in your direction They get permission from me They gon turn her with no ignition King Double Styrofoam for the lean Puffing 15 30 grand in my jeans And when I'm seen on the scene It's obscene And a vert so clean Half a million dollar chain Ask a ho who run it they go yelling out our name Hustle gang bang green b***h All we know is bank rolls Get dough when the bank close And there ain't no Stopping Our feet kicked up where you can't go They can't paint no picture no clearer **** with us Wreak havoc Bring terror No there ain't no b*****s like us in your city Pulling up Sucker like no he ****ing didn't Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days ****ing hating on the bench They don't get no play Haters gon hate Everything ok Young niggas from the streets getting money both ways And we get that straight drop shit Straight from the tropics Then I rerock it to double up them profits Catch me on E block Now I'm with the D cop Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked Mother****ers mean mugging So I got the heat c**ked Wheat timbs nigga We don't do the Reebok My young boys on bull shit boy Just watch I'll show you how to do this shit boy Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money Pulled up Parking lot stunting boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy B***h we ain't worried bout nothing boy Everybody with me getting money
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