Fuck That Boy Songtext
(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 5.56 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?)
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 5.56 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?)