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Young Problemz : Boy lyrics

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Young Problemz lyrics : "Boy"

Wait, hold up hold up hold up hold up, we gon' put it down for texas one time right here

Verse 1:


Boy i got so many ways
Ways to get paid

Wake up everyday
Money to be made
Boppers know my name

Boys know my face
When i pass by,
Bet ya gyal wave (hey! )

They feelin' my dougie
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh,

Dougie d, i'm thuggin'
And these boys are broadies
Got this thang on me

This the chico
Young problemz gang homie,
Catch me at the club

Girls show me love
Boys dap me up
Haters mean mug

But i ain't even trippin'
A playa steady pimpin'
I don't need ya gyal boy i got so many


Chorus:


(boy i got so ma- boy i got so many. (work))

Hey dj play that girl song

Put that song on
If ya money ain't long
Boy you betta gone

X2

Verse 2:


'ey boy i got so many ways
Ways to get paid

24 hours
Money to be made
I started off with nothing

Now i'm platinum plaque made
Back then they ain't want me
Now they all up in my face

I ball up in the club
24s and up
Yeah my bentley big

But girls still grub
They trynna take me home
Wanna be my cuddy buddy

So i got 'em day and night
Like kid cudi
I swear she wanna love me

She wanna $%&^x me
I can take ya' girl away from you
Boy trust me

But i ain't even trippin'
I said i ain't trippin'
To much money on my mind to worry 'bout women (boy)


(boy i got so ma- boy i got so many. (work))


Hey dj play that girl song
Put that song on
If ya money ain't long

Boy you betta gone

Verse 3:


Hey this the justo,
I got so many

Ya'll got dimes
But i got twenties
When i hit the club
All the girls say ye-ahh.
Do it one time for the mo ayayya

Justo a fool
Look how i'm stuntin'
Hit the club with a fine suga brown honeyi got so many honeys i got so many guns
I got so many hundreds you got so many ones
I walk up in the club tell a hoe to give me a some

And just because i'm stuntin' all the hoes gimme numbers (huh)
Jump up in the whip the rims got so many inches
I got so many hoes cause they know that i'm the businessdolla signs on my mind
Got ya dime movin' ds
Waffa five, extra gs, taking 9 out the keys

'ypnotized,
Jewelery gang,
Busta rhyme
I ain't lyin
I'mma shine

I'mma grind
'till it's time
Suicide
Extra lamb like a gyro
Wrap 'em like a egg roll
Beat up out the taco

Feed 'em to the octos
Fully fully auto
Shawty bout that good plate
$#&@ around next they be sleepin with a sting ray
Jump ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard
Can chop you up like chicken liver
Chop ya [?] i feed it to ya

Gucci mane so icy ^!$$%
Don't that sound familiar to ya
Wish ya would fly cause $%&^x around around with choppas (so icy)

(boy i got so ma- boy i got so many. (work))

Hey dj play that girl song

Put that song on
If ya money ain't long
Boy you betta gonei say i got so many problems,
A $%&^xx ain't one
So many revolvers
So don't play dumb
I got so many dreads momma you could pull work

It's jm if you think i'm broke you're dumb
That means that you're a dummy
So don't say a thang
I got so many homies
Young problemz gang

Boy i get so much hate

'cause i'm doing great
Pocket full of cake
Poppa don't play
Man her lil' weight
It's the boy j
Diamonds in my face
You boys diamonds fake

What's the dame dealie
You boys is silly
Weezy wanna milli
Your problems wanna billi

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