Boy (feat. Lil' Flip & Big Gipp)

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So you the king (Boy)? How could this be (Boy)?

You gotta be blind to sell more records than me (Boy)

I can't complain (Boy), don't say my name (Boy)

I'm like a runaway slave, I'm off the chain (Boy)

I'm 'bout to jet (Boy), straight flex (Boy)

I bet their own prince is cuttin' baguettes (Boy)

No disrespect (Boy), I'll break your neck (Boy)

I got **** that sherm it up an get wet (Boy)

We drivin' vets (Boy) and Bentley Coupes (Boy)

I ain't lyin', check my garage, I tell the truth (Boy)

I do it big (Boy), you do it small (Boy)

I do some shit that you can't even do at all (Boy)

Platinum tooth (Boy), make it two (Boy)

Come to the crib, you can bowl, swim, or hoop (Boy)

Big rule boy, what are you doin' in me yard?

You can run two mile sand you still in my yard

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Quarter-quarters, nickels, dollars, dimes everytime boy

Butterfly my '84, fly first class boy

Dippin' through the hood, candy coated paint boy

Triple zero dope sacks, no tax boy

You walk fast, well I slow-poke boy

You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy

I keep a crease in my dickies when I corner hang

I love to sip champagne, funny ass names

Ladies love to see me, Gucci, Emilio Pucci

Love to see me in the Cazals, the king Louis

Shingles hangin' from the end of my pants (Boy)

They love to see me do the old man dance (Boy)

I smoke plenty grass (Boy), I'm touchin' on the ass (Boy)

Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot, put it on the glass

I'm from the South (Boy), that's how it go (Boy)

We like to see 'em drop it down and touch they toes boy

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Lil' Flipper

I flip tracks boy, like crack boy

I got that 62 inch Maybach boy

Two tone boy, lets get it on boy

My money long boy, now we smokin' zones boy

Come take a hit boy, we got the shit boy

My big clover cost the price of ten bricks boy

I'm from the South (Boy), don't run your mouth boy

'Cause I have Al Capone at your house boy

I pull up in my drop top, you like "Boy"

To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy

I'm like a pimp boy, I ride spinners boy

I'm hoppin' out with three thousand dollar tennis boy

Come take a look at me, I'm off the chain boy

The game over, bitch, you know my name boy

I'm Lil' Flip boy, a Clover G boy

You better free Will Lean and Pimp C boy

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