Iayze - Fuck That Boy lyrics
[Iayze - Fuck That Boy lyrics]
(Kele) go, real Murda Worth shit
Know what I'm talm' bout (One and only)
I'm on all of that lil' muh'fucker
(Lil' muh'fucker)
And that lil' bitch you be wit'
Be around that boy that stood over his
Buddy and he killed that lil' muh'fucker
(Dummy) i get drippy, walk you down
Balenciaga Runners
Top Kid CPU on all of that mr met By Chance
But call me Mr give Out Heart Attacks
He dissin' me hopin' to get an advance
That bitch needa' get his partna' back
Okay, run that back
If the bitch ass nigga wasn't hidin'
His ass woulda' been got whacked
If I was Daroo, I'd be mad
Damn near lost a hand tryna' switch mags
I was ten, ridin' thru' the
Hood, pegs on a Mongoose
Had to fit that bitch wit' mags
Try to lie on my name, still
Got in my bag, you mad, huh?
(You mad, huh?)
Got a 556 ready for his ass, you mad, huh?
(You mad, huh?)
Lil' bro hurt, wait, fucked his
Bitch, like boy you mad, huh?
(You mad, bitch) you a lil' faggot ass, got
Amiri's on, still sag, huh?
(You sag, huh?)
He be on Percs, I'm full of Xans
Still not givin' a fuck
(Not givin' a fuck)
Wait til' them еyes get off of us
We gеttin' 'em all touched
(All touched, bitch)
I'm on all of that lil' muh'fucker
(Lil' muh'fucker)
And that lil' bitch you be wit'
Be around that boy that stood over his
Buddy and he killed that lil' muh'fucker
(Dummy) i get drippy, walk you down
Balenciaga Runners
Top Kid CPU on all of that mr met By Chance
But call me Mr give Out Heart Attacks
He dissin' me hopin' to get an advance
That bitch needa' get his partna' back
Okay, run that back
If the bitch ass nigga wasn't hidin'
His ass woulda' been got whacked
Fuck that boy (Tryna' switch mags)
(Had to fit that bitch wit' mags)
(You mad, huh, you mad, huh?)
(You mad, huh, you mad, huh?)
Know what I'm talm' bout (One and only)
I'm on all of that lil' muh'fucker
(Lil' muh'fucker)
And that lil' bitch you be wit'
Be around that boy that stood over his
Buddy and he killed that lil' muh'fucker
(Dummy) i get drippy, walk you down
Balenciaga Runners
Top Kid CPU on all of that mr met By Chance
But call me Mr give Out Heart Attacks
He dissin' me hopin' to get an advance
That bitch needa' get his partna' back
Okay, run that back
If the bitch ass nigga wasn't hidin'
His ass woulda' been got whacked
If I was Daroo, I'd be mad
Damn near lost a hand tryna' switch mags
I was ten, ridin' thru' the
Hood, pegs on a Mongoose
Had to fit that bitch wit' mags
Try to lie on my name, still
Got in my bag, you mad, huh?
(You mad, huh?)
Got a 556 ready for his ass, you mad, huh?
(You mad, huh?)
Lil' bro hurt, wait, fucked his
Bitch, like boy you mad, huh?
(You mad, bitch) you a lil' faggot ass, got
Amiri's on, still sag, huh?
(You sag, huh?)
He be on Percs, I'm full of Xans
Still not givin' a fuck
(Not givin' a fuck)
Wait til' them еyes get off of us
We gеttin' 'em all touched
(All touched, bitch)
I'm on all of that lil' muh'fucker
(Lil' muh'fucker)
And that lil' bitch you be wit'
Be around that boy that stood over his
Buddy and he killed that lil' muh'fucker
(Dummy) i get drippy, walk you down
Balenciaga Runners
Top Kid CPU on all of that mr met By Chance
But call me Mr give Out Heart Attacks
He dissin' me hopin' to get an advance
That bitch needa' get his partna' back
Okay, run that back
If the bitch ass nigga wasn't hidin'
His ass woulda' been got whacked
Fuck that boy (Tryna' switch mags)
(Had to fit that bitch wit' mags)
(You mad, huh, you mad, huh?)
(You mad, huh, you mad, huh?)