Zelooperz, Mani Luv - The Boys lyrics
[Zelooperz, Mani Luv - The Boys lyrics]
Ay, Get that dope, ay get that money, ay
Fuck these hoes, ay run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
One thing about a brother when
You growin' up poor
Whatever is mines, then it's yours
One dark blue jean, one light blue jean
Two fit's
That's what me and Mani ran through
Ping-Pong back and forth cause we were poor
Laughed at at school for what we can't afford
Grandpa pulled up with the aluminum foil
Took the cans back so we
Could go to the store
Always thanking god for what I had in store
The little bit that we got
We treated it like more
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch
Yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch
Yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Ain't talkin' 'bout, but a nigga arm stretch
Ain't talkin' bout dividends
Then a nigga abstain
I can't listen to these rappers
They ain't got no object
I can't listen to yo bitch
I treat her like an object
Quiet like librarian
These niggas want no conflict
She wanna know I'm carrying
I told her mind her business
Swear these niggas never grind or
Hustle in the kitchen
Swear these niggas bitches
They ain't poppin', they the witness
All I really want is to bring you joy
I know my momma happy that she had some boys
Chip a nigga block like a Chip's Ahoy
Fuckin' with the fam
Then them blams deployed
I got ball on the court
That you can't handle, boy
Tryna smoke with me, that's some cancer, boy
Back in the day they used to pack the boy
Take a nigga out for the ransom, boy
It's just something 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me (ay)
I just think it's 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin' me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me
Money up, got it on my mind
Gotta tell the bitch not to waste my time
Smokin' dope, yeah I got dro
Fuck a bitch, she don't even know
Brand new choppa came with the scope
Bag it up, we gon' sell the dope
Loud kush, I'mma get it in
Sippin' lean since '010
Fell in love with my fuckin' friends
Five thou', he my fuckin' mans
Niggas hatin' on the other side
Fuck a bitch right on the side
Tell that bitch give me head when I drive
Give me head when I drive
Ay, ay, Get that dope, ay get that money, ay
Fuck these hoes, ay run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
Fuck these hoes, ay run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
One thing about a brother when
You growin' up poor
Whatever is mines, then it's yours
One dark blue jean, one light blue jean
Two fit's
That's what me and Mani ran through
Ping-Pong back and forth cause we were poor
Laughed at at school for what we can't afford
Grandpa pulled up with the aluminum foil
Took the cans back so we
Could go to the store
Always thanking god for what I had in store
The little bit that we got
We treated it like more
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch
Yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch
Yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Ain't talkin' 'bout, but a nigga arm stretch
Ain't talkin' bout dividends
Then a nigga abstain
I can't listen to these rappers
They ain't got no object
I can't listen to yo bitch
I treat her like an object
Quiet like librarian
These niggas want no conflict
She wanna know I'm carrying
I told her mind her business
Swear these niggas never grind or
Hustle in the kitchen
Swear these niggas bitches
They ain't poppin', they the witness
All I really want is to bring you joy
I know my momma happy that she had some boys
Chip a nigga block like a Chip's Ahoy
Fuckin' with the fam
Then them blams deployed
I got ball on the court
That you can't handle, boy
Tryna smoke with me, that's some cancer, boy
Back in the day they used to pack the boy
Take a nigga out for the ransom, boy
It's just something 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me (ay)
I just think it's 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin' me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me
Money up, got it on my mind
Gotta tell the bitch not to waste my time
Smokin' dope, yeah I got dro
Fuck a bitch, she don't even know
Brand new choppa came with the scope
Bag it up, we gon' sell the dope
Loud kush, I'mma get it in
Sippin' lean since '010
Fell in love with my fuckin' friends
Five thou', he my fuckin' mans
Niggas hatin' on the other side
Fuck a bitch right on the side
Tell that bitch give me head when I drive
Give me head when I drive
Ay, ay, Get that dope, ay get that money, ay
Fuck these hoes, ay run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
Pussy ass nigga better run it up