Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

Oh boys do y'all see that blonde in the back standing near the bachelorette? Yeah well I've been coming here for the last couple years; shes about as hot as it gets Well shes acting kinda shy but just give her a while, everything's about to change No I

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans When Memphis ain't got the blues That's when I'll stop lovin' you Baby, I don't mind you askin' If there's gonna come a day

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

Heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga Heard she be lyin' on them boys that floss nigga I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga I heard (ugh) I heard (what) I heard (what) I heard (Rich Homie) I heard (Gucci) I heard (what you

I don't know why she love me but she do I don't know why she love me like she do I don't know why she love me but it's true She's drop dead beautiful Smart as a whip when she's in school All the boys love her, yeah, it's true One, two, three She's full

You used to get it in your fishnets Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Everything's in order in a black hole Remember when you used to be a rascal? Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had The best you ever had is just a memory and those

It's fun to stay at the YMCA They have everything for you men to enjoy You can do what about you feel You can hang out with all the boys Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause