Its my version of a Jay Z song. Same elements, different lyrics |
Talking: (Yeah, I know, I know.....I can't help it tho, I love all of yall.....haha, I'm fo real!) I love boys, boys, boys, boys /boys I do adore/ I’mma put my number on the paper/ U should holla at me later/ It's an offer that u can’t ignore/ I love boys, boys, boys, boys/ boys sittin high on duuuuubs/ I saw him sippin on his drink /gave a n*gga wink/ You should let me roll wit u, lets go! I got this Hispanic boy, Puerto Rican I believe/ Call him Rico Suave, cause baby would never leave/ When I'm in town, he cook dinner by candlelight/ Call him mi amor, cuz papi's doing me right/ I got this white boy, he acts like such a prep/ Tall, Dark, and Handsome, reminds me of Johnny Depp/ Wear Hollister, Aeropostale, Urban Outfitters too/ Wear Vans, love tans, listening to Blink 182/ I got this black boy/ Yep he always got my back/ Keeps my two feet grounded when I'm fallin off track/ Massages my back when the world stresses me out/ Do that in return for him, cuz I know what he's about/ I got this Asian boy, or blasian, maybe I should say/ Baby make his own dough and do it the legal way/ Was raised in the hood, so baby knows whats good/ Never forget where he came from like a real nigga should/ Now thats Puerto Rican, white boy, black dude and blasian/ that means I got A's cuz I always knew the equation/ I wore Vans and J's, and loved the Puerto Rican Day Parade/ And I never had a problem with gettin some good grades/ (Chorus) I got this producer/ yeah he’s in the industry/ Half the time loves his music more than he does me/ Love triangle, him, me and music makes three/ But I understand where he comin from that used to be me/ Got the ATL D-boy/ Lives for the block/ Stays fitted in the whites tees/ Keeps his money in a knot/ Don’t see him too much now since he got on lock/ Feds bust through the door/ Now he serving 2 to 4/ I got this younger dude/ What the f*ck was wrong wit me/ 2 years make hella difference, can’t get in the club, B/ Half the time we just chill, watchin movies on the couch/ He loves to make out, especially when his mama’s out/ I got a older man/ hear his clock tickin away/ Says he wanna settle down almost everyday/ He’s only 24/ Would do if moms wasn’t in the way/ He fit wit benefits and a 401K/ now that’s young boy, d-boy, oldhead, producer/ That means I ride Chevys and the engine got a booster/ My man only got his permit, and can’t remember ‘94/ I’m an ‘80’s baby so u know all what I’m for (Chorus) I got this weed fiend sparkin up all the time/ Love to smoke that dro/in a How High state of mind, Church boy, good dude/ go to church thrice a week/ Who would know that that lil church boy was a freak?/ I had party type of guy, always on the scene/ Popped pills for thrills, had to leave alone/ Know what I mean?/ Got a Kappa/ Thinks he fine/ Having a affair with his brush/ When he first wake up, its the first thing he touch/ Had this Mexican man/ Had to leave him, damn/ Wanted me to help sneak in his fam! (shiiiiiiiid!)/ I got this African boy, who's half Nigerian and black/ Never liked his girls skinny, always liked his girls fat/ I got a baseball player/ Knows how to swing his bat/ Now who can complain with thaaaaaaaaaat?/ (Chorus) Outro: I love boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys! |