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shyne - boys will be boys lyrics

verse 1:
speedin’ on the highway, gangsta lean
one-sixteen, full steam, kna meen?
b-tches on my jock ’cause my flow is hot
spot the watch i got filled with rocks you can see from a block
when the light hit, strictly fishscale, f-ck that light sh-t
menage out the garage, double pipe sh-t
lookin’ at her like “aiyo ma, i know you likes this”
capital s, capital h, capital y, capital n, capital e
spit three at his v he survived miraculously
killed the n—a who was layin’ in the p-ssengers seat
flow sick, no sh-t, roll six
head crack, walk the streets with my chain out for frontin’
blow your brains out for nothin’
f-ck ya’ll n—-s walkin’ ’round like ya’ll sayin’ somethin’
what ya’ll know about g4’s?
sl’s with the automatic door
let the automatic pour
and kill you n—-s who act hard
flee to the hamps, atlantic ocean be my backyard.

chorus –
boys will be boys, bad boys, bad boys
boys will be boys, bad boys, bad boys
boys will be boys, bad boys, bad boys
boys will be boys, bad boys, bad boys

verse 2:
flow like what, princess cut, yellow rocks gleam
respect the team
hands tied, close your eyes, picture me rollin’
gangsta literally holdin’
stacks and macs
i got the greyest jewerly n—a, need the plaques to match
to feed my moms and my team sit back relax
f-ckin’ with this rap, still i pimp smack
f-ck a b-tch gap, show me where them bricks at
pants saggin’, spazzin’
gucci, with the double g pattern
n—a f-ck around, put your stomach in your lap’n
seven-thirty, stay dirty, respect the game
got this sh-t locked like john t. mclain
get up in that -ss like pamela lee
shot clyde, f-cked bonnie, thelma, and louise
f-ck a dream
i got a seventeen shot magazine that materialize everything to cream.

chorus 4x

verse 3:
gangsta life, f-ck a block format
put it down for my n—-s who hold macs
sell bricks and catch cases, reload, spray, shoot
half them them state troops
and that’s word to jesus`
fracture bones, crack ya dome
we don’t flash the chrome, we blast ya gone
nevertheless, sell half wet, measure the rest
sniff a little bit so i can mix pleasure with death
for my b-tches princess cuts and emerald sets
american express, uh, whip it out
f-ck a price b-tch, just pick it out
want a little clk? deep dish it out?
on your car phone headed to your b-tches house
pirahda gucci things, cartier doobie pins
you could live, but bet i indian give
f-ck your friend
take your sh-t back and give her the gems
ya’ll wear the same size, tell the same lies
got the same c-nt, b-tch don’t front
it’s the best, who wan’ know?
718 to 90210.

chorus 4x

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