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t99 - boyz lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, yeah) yeah
(go, go) yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
don’t get punished in your face for talkin’ stupid (hah)
brand new padded loafers, it look like i’m gettin’ suited (yeah, yeah)
yeah, all you do is type, in real life, you won’t do it (no, no)
yeah, you said you was about it, man, i’d like to see you prove it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go)
yeah, i’d like to see you prove that (prove it)
all up in my face, i’m lookin’ at you, i’m like, “who that?” (who? who?)
your girl got a taste of me, i’m thinkin’ that you knew that (yeah, yеah)
stuffin’ money in my new bag (yeah, hah)
and you sayin’ that you lovе her, you ain’t even know i slewed that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
yeah+yeah+yeah, i only did a ting on her to p+ss you off (hah)
get put on a list and hope my big brother don’t tick you off (yeah, yeah)
tryna run a ting on me, i’ll send someone to trip you up (yeah, yeah)
i don’t get in violence, i know n+ggas that can handle that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah+yeah)
n+ggas plottin’ on me, i don’t care, i just dismantle that (yeah+yeah, yeah, let’s go)
stuffin’ racks inside my piggy bank, you know i strangle that (yeah, uh, uh, uh)
my brother went up north with a big bag, he can’t mishandle that (no, he can’t)
i lost relatives to the wait, so no, i can’t make no mistakes (no+no+no)
no, i can’t make no mistakes (yeah, yeah)
when you talkin’ to me, keep your chest up and your back straight (n+gga)
you ain’t really walkin’, you’re just talkin’, you’re a d+mn fake (no cap)
i done drank the 1720 like i had a bad day (yeah)
all these n+ggas do is lyin’ on me but they never ever ever ever got their facts straight (ever, ever, ever)
i ain’t never ever ever ever been a d+mn lame (ever, ever, ever)
you will never ever ever ever get in my lane (ever, ever, ever)
and even if try, then i’ma crash into your car
b+tch, gon’ ask me who i am, like she don’t know who we are (woah)
that’s okay, come back in five years and see if they gon’ ask (huh)
i can’t wait, i’m too busy tryna chase this f+ckin’ ball (woah, hah)
n+ggas fake, they the type to put some salt inside your scars (b+tch, yeah, b+tch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
don’t get punished in your face for talkin’ stupid (hah)
brand new padded loafers, it look like i’m gettin’ suited (yeah, yeah)
yeah, all you do is type, in real life, you won’t do it (no, no)
yeah, you said you was about it, man, i’d like to see you prove it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go)
yeah, i’d like to see you prove that (prove it)
all up in my face, i’m lookin’ at you, i’m like, “who that?” (who? who?)
your girl got a taste of me, i’m thinkin’ that you knew that (yeah, yeah)
stuffin’ money in my new bag (yeah, hah)
and you sayin’ that you love her, you ain’t even know i slewed that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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