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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boyz in the Suburbs
Boyz in the Suburbs
Performer
Tyler Henry
Tyler Henry
Performer
Luke Torguson
Luke Torguson
Performer
Timothy Rolands
Timothy Rolands
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Henry
Tyler Henry
Songwriter
Luke Torguson
Luke Torguson
Songwriter
Timothy Rolands
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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