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Boyz (feat. Shhhhh) Video (MV)




Performed By: GOB Choppa
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Takeem Moore
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GOB Choppa - Boyz (feat. Shhhhh) Lyrics
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Stick your face out, let me test that chin You a coward, all you do is run, you are not
No man Came up in the era where we sold two for ten
This Patron in my cup, this is not no gin Me and Ross in the booth, all we cook is fire
I'll send your ass to the heavens, you are now hired
Let the sticks get to clapping, sound like choirs
Skully on my face, masked up like the umpire Worldwide militia, WWM
You better get your ass out the water, you cannot swim
It's only sharks here, we are not them WWM boomin, we a bright gem
Don't disrespect gangnam or we'll beat your ass
G-O-B, dumb nigga, we in a big bag We smokin' big ass woods, you smoke zigzags
You need to get your hot breath, you need tic-tacs
G-O-B for L, f*ck nigga, we be gettin' active
My rubber band family got a hundred bands in the attic
I remember I was young, tryna get head from a addict
Now I'm on the top floor, f*ckin' bad bitches
Got a key to chop on me, I ain't never slippin
While them niggas talkin' bout me, they ain't never killin' me
I been gettin' money out of breakin' with my niggas
I been tryna do it for my dog and my children
My dog just died and that shit broke my heart
My dad died too, they done took homer from bart yeah
I been gettin' money lately, tryna play it smart
Them pussy niggas talkin, they ain't never pulled a card up
Said I'm tryna educate the niggas round me
Teach em' how to pray, gotta teach em' have to honor
I was cookin' crack in the trap like lasagna
Heard they talkin' shit, but I ain't never had a front, no
It ain't bout a bitch, nigga, it's about the principle
I was young, skippin' class, flirtin' with the principal
My side bitch bad, she'll eat it like a Lunchable
My white bitch fine, oh, she look like a Huxtable
I know she a thotty, all she eat is molly
Watch me catch a body, do it with a shotty
Throw it in the Flint River, please don't mind me
My favorite cluck head look like Meg Romney
WWM, pussy, we the alumni
I done took her to the track, now she chill with a slum guy
I done tapped a ticket, that's the only way against the crime
You better fix your face, cause other way, there ain't no point of crying
Gotta keep the knife on me like I'm still in prison
I'm tryna show my son there's better ways of livin
WWM, pussy, we the alumni
Rest In Peace my grandma, long live the guys, yeah
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English

Stick your face out, let me test that chin You a coward, all you do is run, you are not
No man Came up in the era where we sold two for ten
This Patron in my cup, this is not no gin Me and Ross in the booth, all we cook is fire
I'll send your ass to the heavens, you are now hired
Let the sticks get to clapping, sound like choirs
Skully on my face, masked up like the umpire Worldwide militia, WWM
You better get your ass out the water, you cannot swim
It's only sharks here, we are not them WWM boomin, we a bright gem
Don't disrespect gangnam or we'll beat your ass
G-O-B, dumb nigga, we in a big bag We smokin' big ass woods, you smoke zigzags
You need to get your hot breath, you need tic-tacs
G-O-B for L, f*ck nigga, we be gettin' active
My rubber band family got a hundred bands in the attic
I remember I was young, tryna get head from a addict
Now I'm on the top floor, f*ckin' bad bitches
Got a key to chop on me, I ain't never slippin
While them niggas talkin' bout me, they ain't never killin' me
I been gettin' money out of breakin' with my niggas
I been tryna do it for my dog and my children
My dog just died and that shit broke my heart
My dad died too, they done took homer from bart yeah
I been gettin' money lately, tryna play it smart
Them pussy niggas talkin, they ain't never pulled a card up
Said I'm tryna educate the niggas round me
Teach em' how to pray, gotta teach em' have to honor
I was cookin' crack in the trap like lasagna
Heard they talkin' shit, but I ain't never had a front, no
It ain't bout a bitch, nigga, it's about the principle
I was young, skippin' class, flirtin' with the principal
My side bitch bad, she'll eat it like a Lunchable
My white bitch fine, oh, she look like a Huxtable
I know she a thotty, all she eat is molly
Watch me catch a body, do it with a shotty
Throw it in the Flint River, please don't mind me
My favorite cluck head look like Meg Romney
WWM, pussy, we the alumni
I done took her to the track, now she chill with a slum guy
I done tapped a ticket, that's the only way against the crime
You better fix your face, cause other way, there ain't no point of crying
Gotta keep the knife on me like I'm still in prison
I'm tryna show my son there's better ways of livin
WWM, pussy, we the alumni
Rest In Peace my grandma, long live the guys, yeah
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Writer: Takeem Moore
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