Blade Icewood - Boy Would You lyrics
[Blade Icewood - Boy Would You lyrics]
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All these rappers rapping about how
They got that work ol' robbing ass nigga
Go and snatch you a purse boy would y'all
I ball like I'm heavy in the fall
Prezi cost a whole brick of raw
You never been involved jewelry in the vault
Clearly he a boss, You see it in his walk
Diamond chain water like it's Voss
You niggas full of talk
Master piece platinum, Dweller rose gold
Like bulbs in ear loaves
I can barely hear hoes
Especially over V12 engines
And traffic dipping
1942 shots sipping while rocks glisten
Boss living in competition with the moguls
While you niggas still trying to
Ball on the locals boy would y'all
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money
Lil Blade: I'm on six mile with six hoes
And six thousand on me
Escalades, diamond chains and a
Blue out rolley
Your bitch told me when I fuck
She want my chain on it
White diamonds Russian cut
It look like cocaine on it
It be the lamest niggas talking
About they getting paid
Fucking up they last trying to
Flex on Lil Blade
Told my jeweler do my chain for Lil Saint
Give me head while I'm driving
Got me fucking up the breaks
In an all white rover
Tell these niggas it's over
Trying to run up on the boss and
Put your ass in a coma
I'm the Mayor of the mitten
Got bitches starring and kissing
Y'all niggas ain't bossing up
Y'all bullshiting bitch
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money 2×
Peezy: Your broke ass got a minute phone
Ain't never got no minutes
You seem suspicious
Get the fuck up out my business
Ain't got a pot to piss in, ain't
Got a whip to sit in
I stand out I don't fit in
You niggas finished can't sit around here if
You ain't getting cake
Niggas in the club can't even
Buy a bitch a drank
Money counter plugged up right
By the kitchen sink
Take me 10 minutes to count a 50 piece
You petty niggas tickle me
I'm bossing up for real
Quarter mill in the crib
Ice dancing while I stand still
No deal, on chill make a M, do it again
I'm getting money for real
Run up on me if you want
And get your stupid ass killed
Boy would y'all
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money
All these rappers rapping about how
They got that work ol' robbing ass nigga
Go and snatch you a purse boy would y'all
I ball like I'm heavy in the fall
Prezi cost a whole brick of raw
You never been involved jewelry in the vault
Clearly he a boss, You see it in his walk
Diamond chain water like it's Voss
You niggas full of talk
Master piece platinum, Dweller rose gold
Like bulbs in ear loaves
I can barely hear hoes
Especially over V12 engines
And traffic dipping
1942 shots sipping while rocks glisten
Boss living in competition with the moguls
While you niggas still trying to
Ball on the locals boy would y'all
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money
Lil Blade: I'm on six mile with six hoes
And six thousand on me
Escalades, diamond chains and a
Blue out rolley
Your bitch told me when I fuck
She want my chain on it
White diamonds Russian cut
It look like cocaine on it
It be the lamest niggas talking
About they getting paid
Fucking up they last trying to
Flex on Lil Blade
Told my jeweler do my chain for Lil Saint
Give me head while I'm driving
Got me fucking up the breaks
In an all white rover
Tell these niggas it's over
Trying to run up on the boss and
Put your ass in a coma
I'm the Mayor of the mitten
Got bitches starring and kissing
Y'all niggas ain't bossing up
Y'all bullshiting bitch
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money 2×
Peezy: Your broke ass got a minute phone
Ain't never got no minutes
You seem suspicious
Get the fuck up out my business
Ain't got a pot to piss in, ain't
Got a whip to sit in
I stand out I don't fit in
You niggas finished can't sit around here if
You ain't getting cake
Niggas in the club can't even
Buy a bitch a drank
Money counter plugged up right
By the kitchen sink
Take me 10 minutes to count a 50 piece
You petty niggas tickle me
I'm bossing up for real
Quarter mill in the crib
Ice dancing while I stand still
No deal, on chill make a M, do it again
I'm getting money for real
Run up on me if you want
And get your stupid ass killed
Boy would y'all
(Boy) boss up and get this money
(Would you) boss up and get this money
(Boy) boss up and get this money
Get this money get this money