100 lyrics for "My boy, my boy, my boy"
'Cause everything I see is you And I don't want no substitute Baby, I swear it's déjà vu Know that I can't get over you Boy, I try to catch myself But I'm out of control Your sexiness is so appealing
PlayI smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on I'm playin' with her kitty with my VVS rings on Shawty savin' hoes, told that boy put his cape on My partna down the road, I'm talkin' to him on Tango I put that bitch in a Porsche I bought that bitch
PlayCreepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard (Ay, Yung Mutt) (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw? Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck Dirty
PlaySpread love, spread love, spread love Go far, go far, go far Spreading love to all the boys and girls We can go far, all the way around the world I'm offering my hand now, won't you come with me? We can go far, go far, go far Spread love all around the
PlayWhen these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
PlayShe wants to dance like Uma Thurman I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle May nothing but death do us part Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath Bury me till I confess And I can't get you out of my head You'll find your way And may death
PlayI should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've
PlayLet me show you the way to my Let me show you the way to my Let me help you explain your mind Want to help you explain your mind Sweet little boy, Johnny Sweet little boy, Roger Hello, my name is Johnny Well 'ello, my name is Johnny I like to explain
PlayI still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect
PlayToy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club
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