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The Boys (Originally Performed By Nicki Minaj & Cassie) [with Vocals]
P-p-p-punch line queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porche, no Boxster though Tell a hater:'Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?' Tell 'em kangaroo Nick I'll box a hoe They said I got five in a possible But don't go against Nicki impossible I done through with my wrist on popsicle Man these hoes couldn't ball with a tosticle Nigga Your lipstick stinks, smells like a cheap hotel Diamond watches, and a gold chain can't make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, can it, bone it, bone it Yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chaser, get that money yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight Ballhead pussy, got lots of juice Lopsided on the curb so I block the coupes Watch the duece, man I'm stingy with my cuttie cat diddy Did you ever really love me Steebie? Purr, pull up in a burr Wrist on brrr, pussy on prrrrerrr I don't even break when I'm backing up I swerve on a nigga if he actin' up I don' push more sixes then a play date Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate nigga Your bossed up swag, got them drooling like a new-born babe The dollars in they eyes, got 'em blinded by a masquerade The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, can it, bone it, bone it Yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chaser, get that money yeah Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You get high, fuck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight I put all you bitches onto them good laced fronts Girls is my sons carry them for 8 months And yes ya premature, Young Money to the core I might give you a ticket, so you can come see the tour Oh dats you're new girl, that's that mid-grade Buck 50 on your face with the switch blade Or the razor, yeah the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain't raise her Lose me hater, I get that loose leaf paper Them v-necks be studded out, t-rex, be gutted out I tell her Nicki be chillin' I'm a keep hurting they feelings, because you'll never be Jordan You could'nt even be Pippen You couldn't even be trippin You can't afford a vacation I'm out in Haiti with Haitians I go to Asia with Asians You mad dusty, you a little dusty possum I just come through with the six, like my name was blossom You get high, fuck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life, I'll buy Don't lose it tonight You get high, fuck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love (Uh-Huh) (Pretty Gang) The boys always spending all their money on love (Young money) The boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie)
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