Top Songs By Boyz in the Suburbs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boyz in the Suburbs
Performer
Tyler Henry
Performer
Luke Torguson
Performer
Timothy Rolands
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Henry
Songwriter
Luke Torguson
Songwriter
Timothy Rolands
Songwriter
Lyrics
She told me she love me but don't know what to do
She a baddie from the city and her eyes color blue
But like I said I don't know she just play with my feelings
Ima keep this party going til this bitch hit the ceiling
Cuz I'm on top of this shit but she question me daily
"Are you really bout this life?" Bitch you be driving me crazy
So I don't know what ima do cuz this bitch making it weird
I gotta shave like thrice a week cuz she don't fuck with the beard
But ima keep it growing, your bitch I be knowing
Yeah she fucking glowing
My dick she be blowing, my blood vessels they be flowing
She say I need to ride, I told her that she fine
Took her back to mines, I want her and her best friend on the side
I drive a whip I think it's clean, my new bitch she be acting mean
Regina George like I'm the screen
Keep her around cuz she's a dream
I ain't a dream I'm just a player
Any bitch call me John Mayer
Buy my food I better pay her
Your bitch cray, my bitch is crayer
And she said baby, lay that dick on me
Give me that pussy
(I said run it back, back, back)
Baby, lay that dick on me (lay that dick on me)
Give me that pussy (give me that pussy)
(I said run it, run it, back back)
Ay, cashing all my checks cuz it's be bouncing like a big ass
Big pimp, bitches holler see me at the kickback
Been that, BITS still up and kicking yeah we been that
This one girl got me stuck, incompatible, mismatch
Cut the cake, I don't want it sweet, rough like rodeo
Got red seats and got proof, papers in my portfolio
This girl got me fucked I'm drinking poison like Romeo
Fuck YHN, it's just business they still homies tho
Run this track, run this game, bitches play, we not the same
Yeah we special, what a shame, gotta get you out the frame
Eight shots and I'm moving like I'm slow in the brain
Eight shots and I'm cooling cuz my brothers got aim
This ain't new to me, chilling in the ice box
My flow it be cooling me, gas gas gas gas
Haters be refueling me, but I'm running outta energy
Is you feeling me?
Ay, I just be cooling cuz all these bitches want my love
I can't mess with bitches cuz they never ever want my trust
Why you hating, yeah love that's a must
Got me out here I rush just to gain all this trust
Yeah the girl just a crush, got her needing me like a crutch
Pay me pesos, why, cuz I say so
Don't you go flake tho, all you just fake tho
Lining up in the same row, rich like Bezos
Baby, lay that dick on me
Give me that pussy
(I said run it back, back, back)
Baby, lay that dick on me (lay that dick on me)
Give me that pussy (give me that pussy)
(I said run it, run it, back back)
Writer(s): Luke Torguson, Timothy Rolands, Tyler Henry
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