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    Samantha Mumba / Lyrics

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    "The Boy (Remix)" Lyrics

    Samantha Mumba

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    Genre:Pop, R&B
    Duration:00:04:05
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    Checkin' you walkin' 'round in Ya Timbs, and
    I must admit that you're looking kind of fly man
    Rough boy, tough boy, attitude, and
    You gotta know that I wanna be down, and

    Oooh, look at you bling blingin'
    Oooh, you got me feenin'
    Oooh, inside I'm screamin'
    Oooooh, boooooy

    A thug boy
    A tough boy
    A rough boy
    My kind of boy, boy
    A cute boy
    A hip boy
    Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy

    A thug boy
    A tough boy
    A rough boy
    My kind of boy, boy
    A cute boy
    A hip boy
    Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy

    The next day you came my looking nice man
    I peeped the ice in your ring and cross, and
    I wanna know can you come back by, and
    The way I'm feeling makes me wanna get down, and

    Oooh, look at you bling blingin'
    Oooh, you got me feenin'
    Oooh, inside I'm screamin'
    Oooooh, boooooy

    A thug boy
    A tough boy
    A rough boy
    My kind of boy, boy
    A cute boy
    A hip boy
    Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy

    A thug boy
    A tough boy
    A rough boy
    My kind of boy, boy
    A cute boy
    A hip boy
    Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy

    Make you feel like you never felt
    I know I told you id be working these late nights
    I know you miss the good sex and the pillow fights
    But im a thug and I gotta stay on my job
    Yea its hard
    You want a rich man don't ya
    No slob
    You wanna lay up don't ya
    No job
    You wanna hit the streets huh
    Get robbed
    You a wife'
    Queen status
    You the baddest
    Cute chick the maddest wit furs and the karats
    Feelin all right cuz the day you comin back
    You walked in the doors cuz I got ur bags packed
    Cuz you going on a trip huh, we gonna let em know
    To spin when you dip huh da bed sit real low when you dip huh
    We all point
    Da hit boys royal da district come on

    Chorus 5x
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Teddy Riley, Curtis Mayfield, Ernest Dixon, Roy Hamilton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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