《B-Boyz》是DJ Khaled演唱的歌曲。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：B-Boyz
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：2012年08月21日
- 歌手：DJ Khaled
- 所屬專輯：Kiss The Ring
歌曲歌詞
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Talk about it, make 'em talk about,
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it,
And your life to me is lifeless, like it's livin' on life support,
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart,
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence,
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one,
And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it,
Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac,
With a latch on the back of the trunk,
Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance,
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future,
When you are mentioning talent,
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a,
Cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance,
Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever,
And cut, no cut, more guns, ,
More guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin',
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin',
C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin',
On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch,,
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Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby,
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey,
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive,
Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis,
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish,
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em,
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal,
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma,
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day,
My rollie gold, no time to waste,
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother,
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma,
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter,
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber,
Young nigga, got a lot of flows,
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control,,
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Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger,
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it,
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider,
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter,
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti,
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models,
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales,
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail,
Fr-fresher than I been before,
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's,
Junior doing time ho,
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho,,
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Ya know! ,
The time is money and money still was made baby,
Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga,
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still,
Came home, ya understand,,
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I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers,
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us,
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers,
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers,
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy,
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy,
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand,
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand,
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam,
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn,
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch,
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche,
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force,
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?,
I went from making money from people with crack habits,
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,
Amen
