Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - We Dem Boyz lyrics

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Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol, hol up, hol, hol up,

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol up we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up I’m getting money

Hol up, hol up, hol up she acting funny

Mad at me cuz this bitches want me

We fill like I timpted in honey

It’s sticky, it’s stiky

Handcuffing cuz she’s model

Man my handcufs if full of dollar

Hoping that she wanna fuck and swallow

I hit the club and quik pitches call me louder

I gotta get it they say I’m confort

Well yeah, I’m treating lases like lungeble

Drop top JT will feel the wheater

Your bro cash J take it together

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol, hol up, hol, hol up,

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol up we dem boyz

Hol up, nigga touch that style

About my babies, I already know I don’t fuck around

And get some touching down with your bitch

Gotta going up and down on that dick

She said what we doing?

Girl I don’t know what you doing but we better getting what she wil

My new name wrap this all ....

I look up my buisiness, I don’t do fake, I don’t do hate

Got it down and show it that ambition

All my niggas real, all my niggas starow

Half will wrap their block

Half will rap they murrow

All these nigga know me

Ain’t go with a homie

Got respect for all the whores she: „what the fuck you bout to show me „

Hol up we dem boyz

Hol up we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol, hol up, hol, hol up,

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol, hol up we making noise

Hol up, hol up we dem boyz

You stuck in glamour bitch, make some noise

Respect and honor bitch

We dem boyz

Nigga your bitch chose me, she made a choise

She said hola, hola up I hear his voice

When I pull up rolls royals

And while we spin all this money you got the coins

My bitch been baring and berrie and smelling oil

Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

We dem boyz

But if you fucking with me

Fire up and getting, imagine that you with me

Stacks in morning bout a hundred fifty

Hol up, hol, hol up

And if you fucking with me

Hol up, hol up, hol up

And if you fucking with me

Hol up, hol up, hol up

We making noise

Hol up, hol up, hol up

Hol up we dem boyz

Hol up we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

We making noise

Hol up we dem boyz

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