so damn yummy They satisfy my tummy I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love Black, black, black, black Black, black, black, black Black boys
Traducción: Cabelo. Black Boys.
so damn yummy They satisfy my tummy I have such a sweet tooth When it comes to love Black black black black black black black black Black boys
busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had
this sucker shanked' em in the eyeV-2 Word I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair
And baby, pricks should never say my name I came, from a place where it's all on So I'ma take war and lead the boys on Lead the boys on yeah, fightin
bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in
, no worries Papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I've done touched on everything but little boys That's not
Camp Leaning Gucci Belt Holdin Up That 45 Demon Black Bandana Boy Bitches Be Like Edible Look At Me Im Different Then All These Lil Rapper Boys People
, lets go, if they're not to high, to low I'll take them home, in purple, red or gold 'Cause I know them boys, they like those open toes Jeans all black, hair
out how hard I gotta work ya It?s your fremme neppa venette It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on) Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
hood (do it a) On the softball team I was swingin' that wood (let's do it again) I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair
red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me
I like them, black boys, I like them, white boys I like them, Asian boys, I like them, mixed race boys I like them, Spanish boys, I like Italian boys
'm on the dole with mad loot selling bootlegs of poor artists Got two legs to work but I beg for change to drink Bacardis Hearty meals got these Hardy Boys
in the world they wanna play wit their minds like little girls I twirled my fingers in the air rubbed my fingers thru my hair Red bones to black bones
