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    "What Happened to that Boy" Lyrics

    Baby feat. Clipse and Birdman

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    (feat. Clipse, Pharrell Williams)

    [Baby (talking with echo)]
    Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
    Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
    Birdman motherfucker
    Clipse, VA, NO nigga
    What you smelt
    Coke'll leave plastic
    Get off the border motherfucker
    Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

    [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
    (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
    (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
    (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
    He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

    [Malice]
    Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
    I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
    Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
    Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
    While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
    Word in the streets that can envy as me
    Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
    Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
    9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
    I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
    I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
    Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
    Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
    I'm the reason that your block is vacant
    Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
    Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
    Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

    [Chorus]

    [Baby]
    Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
    Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
    Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
    Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
    Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
    Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
    If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
    Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
    The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
    New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
    But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
    She takes my flight she holds my weight
    While the po-po staked out from state to state
    It aint nuttin to a baller baby
    Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
    Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
    They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

    [Chorus (2x)]

    [Pusha T]
    Ughhh...Another soul lost
    Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
    Ughhh...The rims match of course
    Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
    Glistenin' wrist on chiller
    Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
    I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
    I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
    Thriller
    Gangster...Hustler
    At night still found time to kiss my mother
    Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
    Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
    So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
    And have your body parts mix and matching fella

    [Chorus (2x)]

    [Baby (talking)]
    Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
    Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
    Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
    We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
    Aye nigga put this puzzle together
    Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
    A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
    Let's get this money (get the money)
    Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
    Get money motherfucker
    However you want it you can get it pimp
    From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
    We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
    Money thing motherfucker
    This song was submitted on April 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bryan Williams, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Gene Elliot Jr. Thornton, Terrence Le Varr Thornton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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