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    "B-Boyz" Lyrics

    DJ Khaled feat. Ace Hood, Birdman, Kendrick Lamar and Mack Maine

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    [Vers 1: Kendrick Lamar]
    Talk about it, make 'em talk about
    Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
    And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support
    I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
    Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence
    Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
    And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it
    Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac
    With a latch on the back of the trunk
    Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance
    And I'm back in the front of the front of the future
    when you are mentioning talent
    And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a
    cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance
    Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever
    And cut, no cut, more guns,
    more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'
    Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'
    C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'
    On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

    [Verse 2: Ace Hood]
    Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
    Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
    Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
    Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
    Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
    Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
    Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
    Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
    I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
    My rollie gold, no time to waste
    What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
    Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
    Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
    Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
    Young nigga, got a lot of flows
    Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

    [Verse 3: Birdman]
    Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
    Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
    Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
    Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
    Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
    Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
    Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
    Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
    Fr-fresher than I been before
    Higher than we even been, shining on them 24′s
    Junior doing time ho
    On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

    [Mack Maine]
    Ya know!
    The time is money and money still was made baby
    Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga
    It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still
    came home, ya understand

    [Verse 4: Mack Maine]
    I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
    That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
    I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
    Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
    Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
    My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
    My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
    And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
    Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
    Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
    I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
    To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
    Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
    Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
    I went from making money from people with crack habits
    To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

    Thanks to jj.
    This song was submitted on August 22nd, 2012 and last modified on August 23rd, 2012.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Bryan Williams, Kendrick Duckworth, Antoine Mccolister, Jesse I. James, Keith Lenard Miller, Brian Edner Parker, David Anthony Stokes, Brian Wicker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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