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What Happened To That Boy Lyrics - Singles - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Aye, aye, aye, ya, tot' 'em up, light it up nigga 

Bird man motherfucker, clipse, VA, hey no nigga 

What you smelt, coke'll leave plastic 

Get off the border motherfucker 

Come on little'n handle your business for me boy 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it ain't so 

Even as a young and they consigned me to blow 

Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold 

While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O 

 

Word in the streets that can envy as me 

Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep 

Magnified face help the bitch see clearly 

9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely 

 

I'm known for the flip of that coke I ener 

I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series bimma 

Man hit 'em with the Nina man 

Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man whoa 

 

I'm the reason that your block is vacant 

Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement 

Bitch clips and cash money who ain't rich 

Don't compare me to you nigga you ain't this, whoa 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

Stunna and patty cake the worldwide pusha 

Bird man nigga leave the guns in the busher 

Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci 

Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie 

 

Shit one, dro one nigga flood the block 

If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop 

Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot 

The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot 

 

New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit 

But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips 

She takes my flight, she holds my weight 

While the po-po staked out from state to state 

 

It ain't nuttin' to a baller baby pay the cars, big money 

Heavy weight, bird man, hood boss 

Baby steppin' on my line I'll show a little somethin' 

They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

Another soul lost 

Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche 

The rims match of course 

Blood hit his timbs it reminded me of them 

 

Glistenin' wrist on chiller, gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer 

I put this on my Lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla 

I past the shore for that shit that made fiends 

Rise from the dead like thriller 

 

Gangster hustler at night still found time to kiss my mother 

Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up 

Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon 

So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin' 

And have your body parts mix and matching fella 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

What happened to that boy? 

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy 

 

Aye, aye, aye, aye, there it is nigga, there you have it 

Bird man, clips you under-smelt, VA you know 

Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit 

We flip bricks you under-smell 

 

Aye nigga put this puzzle together, aye Pharrell you did this year 

A 1000 pieces puzzles 100, you know, let's get this money 

Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch 

You know get money motherfucker 

 

However you want it you can get it pimp 

From gangster to blood, nigga take it how you want it nigga 

We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing nigga 

Money thing motherfucker 

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