TYGA - We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics
rate meUh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, boyz, yeah!
Hook x2:
Hol up, hol up, hol up,
Hol up
We dem boyz!
Hol up,
We dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up,
We making noise
Hol up, hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle (pop a bottle)
Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow (suck it!)
Smell that marijuana, they gonna follow
Throwing money on her like she won the lotto
Pussy must be serious, hol up,
Scared of heights come face your fears
Hol up, hol up,
Do it just like Nicki gonna and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
(She smoking now!)
Young nigga but I'm ready (but I’m ready!)
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
Anddddddd white girls gimme Becky
But first I gotta roll this joint,
Baby, hol up, hol up!
Hook:
Hol up
We dem boyz!
Hol up,
We dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up,
We making noise
Hol up, hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol up, hol up, I had to check the Rollie
You know what time it is, bad bitches only
My nigga caught a case, bailed out in the morning
Cause we got dollars bitch, so don’t you dial the police!
I’m whippin it, mix it, and telling my nigga like, what did you say?
Come fly to LA, and I’ll show you I got them double teaming
We’re up a story, now we store an island
Miami and mollies and young rich, king I’m walling!
Hol up, hol up, hold up!
Starting with some fucking body,
Who want my lifestyle, just don’t read the comments!
Platinum on a hundred mil, cause for years we’re balling
She walking with a cold nigga, now that victim sunny (she bad!)
Just say no, play J no, make ten mills of hatch flow
That shit, my cash flow, but I want more!
Taylor gang and them last kings
Busies know my name, raw on my license plate
Hook:
Hol up, hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol, hol, hol up, we’re making noise
Hol up, hol up,
We dem boyz!
Oh my Gosh, that was amazing!
Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy
Number one, bitch you can't replace me!
Leave the club these hoes be trying to chase me
You got a ass so fat let’s make a baby!
Damn, Im smoking weed in my Mercedes (foreign car)
Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man, they money slim, they acting shady (no, no, no!)
I’m in my brand new car, who wanna race?
Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showing up
Im takin them shots, all my niggas they loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be acting so material
Hol up, man, did you see her interior?
Hook:
Hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol up,
We dem boyz!
Hol, hol, hol up, we’re making noise
Hol up, hol up,
We dem boyz!
Oh my Gosh, that was amazing!
Thanks to G for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Tony for correcting these lyrics
