Left Boy - The Return Of... lyrics
[Left Boy - The Return Of... lyrics]
What's my name? Left Boy
Yeah, say that shit out loud
My name is Left Boy
Came to rock the fucking crowd
Can I get a whoo? Can I get a wow?
Ladies, we about to make
Some babies right now
Since the absence of Left Boy
I been down and out
I've been checking everyday
And you ain't put nothing out
It's like son, you be wrong
You never know what he's on
He doesn't answer no texts
And never picks up his phone
That motherfucker is gone
Nah, man, I'm back in the building
I'm feeling better than ever
And dancing round on the ceiling
If you're cool and fucking with me
You can tell that I'ma kill 'em
Oh, and let 'em know that we
Gon' make a hunned million
Your accountant's on the line
Sir, it's not looking good
To pay you out in cash we
Need a lot more wood
The protesters outside are chained
To the trees so the governments decided you
Get everything free
Alright, alright
I fucks wit it, fucks wit it
Knock them out the box like, toasty
Put your hands up like a preacher, preacher
Shake 'em round like you a believer
What's my name? Left Boy
Yeah, say that shit out loud
My name is Left Boy
Came to rock the fucking crowd
Can I get a whoo? Can I get a wow?
Ladies, we about to make
Some babies right now
Since the absence of Left Boy
I been down and out
Ever since you left, boy
Got a ticket out of town
Ever since you left
I've been trying to get down
But that super dope dope is
So hard to come around
When this beat drops
I want us all to celebrate the
Return of the one and only l-E-F T
Yeah, say that shit out loud
My name is Left Boy
Came to rock the fucking crowd
Can I get a whoo? Can I get a wow?
Ladies, we about to make
Some babies right now
Since the absence of Left Boy
I been down and out
I've been checking everyday
And you ain't put nothing out
It's like son, you be wrong
You never know what he's on
He doesn't answer no texts
And never picks up his phone
That motherfucker is gone
Nah, man, I'm back in the building
I'm feeling better than ever
And dancing round on the ceiling
If you're cool and fucking with me
You can tell that I'ma kill 'em
Oh, and let 'em know that we
Gon' make a hunned million
Your accountant's on the line
Sir, it's not looking good
To pay you out in cash we
Need a lot more wood
The protesters outside are chained
To the trees so the governments decided you
Get everything free
Alright, alright
I fucks wit it, fucks wit it
Knock them out the box like, toasty
Put your hands up like a preacher, preacher
Shake 'em round like you a believer
What's my name? Left Boy
Yeah, say that shit out loud
My name is Left Boy
Came to rock the fucking crowd
Can I get a whoo? Can I get a wow?
Ladies, we about to make
Some babies right now
Since the absence of Left Boy
I been down and out
Ever since you left, boy
Got a ticket out of town
Ever since you left
I've been trying to get down
But that super dope dope is
So hard to come around
When this beat drops
I want us all to celebrate the
Return of the one and only l-E-F T