That Boy Lyrics & Tabs by D-Pryde
That Boy
guitar chords lyrics
Ay yo, D-Prizzy
Do it to 'em
(Richvale, OK look)
I'm on my mother fucking grown man, still The Boy but I'm my own man
Talking money like an old man, oh man
I done learn to never take shit from no man
In my city, getting busy, they don't wanna hear me go up
I'm that mother fucking Boy, every time a hater hear my name he get annoyed
Talk the same old shit with the same old boys, you gon' have to fucking like me, you don't even have a choice
God damn with it, I'm going ham with it
Quick to tell a bitch I wanna Uncle Sam with it
I learnt to never give a fuck, my abstinence
I need, Raf Simons, with bad bitches, half British
Look I got a couple millions to make
My dudes belong in the jungle, but we don't chill with no snakes
See us swerve on the highway, they memorizing the plates, cause they never get to see me everyday
In my city, getting busy, I'm that Boy, I'm that Boy
I'm that mother fucking Boy, I'm that mother fucking Boy
I'm that Boy, I'm that Boy, I'm that mother fucking Boy
Feeling like the mother fucking Boy
(Look Real Shit, Real)
I dropped out of school like in the tenth grade
Pack my bags and took a plane after like ten days
For them boys who do whatever they get [?] paid
We gon' get through it, we gon' do it, we gon' celebrate
I move on the low low, my crew in the photo, we stuntin'
Her shoes is Manolo, her booty go pogo, it's jumpin'
The team, we get hype-y, the streets they gon' like me, they have to
These other boys hate me, cause I do the things they can't do, shit
Do it all, do it all, yea do it all
Ghost Busters how it does it, you know who to call
I'm plan B, I swear to Jesus if you shoot the ball, you gon' get blocked and then ain't nobody gon' like you at all
Uh, player player of the damn game
When we get hurt, baby all we feel is cham-pain
Any everybody [?], it's probably DM, Mr. Prizzy Bitch, we always on our
