woods, the mighty – boy lyrics
[intro]
boy, what are you doing out here wasting time with girls?
boy, you better… be chasing that money
that money the only thing that gon’ make you happy, boy
the only thing that gon’ make you live, boy
make you happy… make you freer than a bird, boy
that girl ain’t gon’ do shit for you but give you a headache, boy
[chorus]
boy, i’m that boy
i’m that, i’m that boy
boy
i’m that boy
i’m that, i’m that, i’m that
boy
[verse 1]
aye, this a true flame
boy, i spew butane
wu-tang on em
like i do things on em, ooh
who the new boy?
what he do, boy?
think he hot shit
or the cool boy
like a pool boy
he a poor boy
hanging with them fool boy, ooh
tell me he got
what he make?
what he whip?
what he pull boy?
what he can afford boy?
he a broke boy
he a dork boy, ew
aye, boy can’t rap
he a fake mother fucker
what you think you doing
hit the brake mother fucker
you a white boy
shining like a light boy, oooh
what is race mother fucker to a great mother fucker?
acting like he really do got what it takes
acting like he really do that in my face
but he won’t, he b-tch boy
give me lip boy, get hit, boy
hit a lick boy if you in, boy
[interlude]
cheap wine in my gl-ss
my mind is all black
i love when you laugh
don’t listen to them, baby
i’ll win it all back
they must not know me
cheap wine in my gl-ss
they must not know me
[chorus]
boy
i’m that boy
i’m that, i’m that boy
boy
i’m that boy
i’m that, i’m that boy
[verse 2]
aye, aye
no “supervision” that’s clark kent
aye, hit the plug, i roll it up, my outlet
break it up, my thumbs gon’ need a towelette
nike shoes, a plain white tee
delilah on my arm, boy, that’s my outfit
aye
ain’t a mother fucker i can’t outwit
aye
realest mother fucker on the roster
boy, i’m “monster”
that’s jay and nicki, ye and ross
weed looking like a d-mn coogi sweater
that’s word to biggie
boy, my teeth lacoste
it cost to be the boss, i mean the boy
it cost to be this raw, i mean we charge
from tees to features— this you can’t afford
yeah when i go in, boy, i go hard
i ain’t never been the kind of guy to lose it
aye, grip tight like a uzi
who’s he think he is?
he bougie, check his wrist
that retro he not rich
aye, no ovo but your boy unruly
staying strong that be my duty
fool me and i come back for that
what i got up on my shoulders
might make you back collapse
but you know that i been that…
boy
[chorus]
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