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Who Dat Boy

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Yo who dat boy who him is

Him that n***a I swear

Stand out guy him don't need no chair

Well where the f**k him at 'cause n***a I'm right here

I don't shop at the mall all y'all just

Dumb mothaf**ka I'm a goddamn artist

You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet

And you know that it's golf b***h gone and make the deposit

n***a fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin

Cons overalls and a striped shirt

The boy drips swag like a broken faucet

It's runnin' n***a I'm runnin' shit

That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston

Won't stop 'til the cops surround him

One n***a Jiggy and the other awesome

With his f**kin' face blown off that's how they found him

It's Young T

Who dat boy who him is

Who dat boy who him is

n***a who dat boy who him is

Who dem boys n***a who dem is n***a

Why you niggas feel like that

Mad 'cause a n***a neck chill like that

Mad 'cause a n***a push wheel like that

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that

n***a who dem boys who dem is n***a who dem is

Who else step in this b***h this jig

Who else your b***h say got a bick this big

Who else came through with a wrist this flick

n***a guess my pants do my dance

Spin around b***h you could kiss my ass

Never seen a n***a in this much raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it summertime '06 had the number nine

n***a never mind was another time before vince

Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman

n***a dollar sign was my favorite number at the time

Fresh freshmen 'til they skip my ass

Senior citizen don't forget my pass

Been that n***a and you knew that there

Make the d**k disappear how she do that there

Who dat boy who him is

Who dat boy who him is

n***a who dat boy who him is

Who dem boys n***a who dem is n***a

Why you niggas feel like that

Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill like that

Mad 'cause a n***a push weight like that

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the

F**k the rap I'm tryna own a planet

From my other f**kin' business ventures

These niggas these days

Actin' like some bitches like they're f**kin' with ya yeah

Teeth is glistenin' Jesus Christmas

He just shittin' she exquisite bitches be expensive oh no n***a

And I don't even need attention

Wang ap on the bumper sticker f**k you niggas

F**k global warming my neck is so fr í o

I'm currently lookin' for '95 leo

My mom say she worried because I'm so ill

I should stay in bed but got too much bread

To make she said watch my weight

So I stayed home and start eatin' some meals

Get out of my way way

Boy that's mclaren that's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve I'm gone

Call me call me call me uh

Call me call me call me uh

Call me call me call me uh

Call me call me call me

Call me how you doin'

Call me my name is lonely nice to meet you

Here's my number you can reach me woo

911 call me call me some time

911 call me call me some time

911 call me call me some time

911 call me

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