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Boy Boy
2.208
Hip-Hop/Rap
Boy Boy adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak G-UNIT RECORDS (GNR) tarafından 3 Mart 2015 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Beast Is G Unit - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi3 Mart 2015
FirmaG-UNIT RECORDS (GNR)
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM75

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Unit
G-Unit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Brown
D. Brown
Songwriter
Curtis Jackson
Curtis Jackson
Songwriter
M. Bernard
M. Bernard
Songwriter
C. Stewart
C. Stewart
Songwriter
R. Ibanga
R. Ibanga
Songwriter
R. Mandell
R. Mandell
Songwriter
J Dutton
J Dutton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Strike Sinatra
Strike Sinatra
Recording Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Tougher than leather, ****
I'm tougher than an African kid
Running bare-foot in the gullies, ****
Know what I'm saying?
Tough, OG now, ****, yeah, yeah
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Škorpion from Serbia, catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, **** kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a **** cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck ****, I'm all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, ****, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
L.A. Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
****, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your daughter
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
Freak vibes, from why they texting 'bout Lisa Bonet
Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump grave every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a **** missing like that plane from Malaysia
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds drum on the K, that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convo, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the encore, ****, huh (huh)
You pussy **** think you got nine lives
I'ma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat ****
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Written by: C. Stewart, Curtis James Jackson, D. Brown, J Dutton, M. Bernard, R. Ibanga, R. Mandell
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