Testo Boyfriend - Aitch
Testo della canzone Boyfriend (Aitch), tratta dall'album Lost Files
Yeah
Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (Woo)
Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Skrrt)
The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Brr)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Ah)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (No way)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (No way)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way (Yeah)
Masked up (Shh), back in disguise
Hide your girlfriend now, tonight, she's practically mine (Ha)
True say, I'm strapped up like I'm packin' a nine (Bah)
And she fucked the whole team, they call the rappers the liars
I'm like, "Yes" (Yes)
Twenty-three and dreams, that's how I flex (Flex)
Only t-t-tings, that's how I sex (Ah)
I don't need no bringin', I'm a vet (No)
Give her CC ring, she give me neck (Woah)
People 'lliow it with that Birkin shit
If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what Birkin is
Shorty, drop that shape, that work, that shit
We can roll somethin' up and go burn that bitch
Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (Ah-ah)
Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Woo)
The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Yeah)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Skrrt, skrrt)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (Huh?)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (Huh?)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way
Yeah, need loving, come chat to me
Wake up in the morning, fuck you back to sleep, yeah
From the back, watch you grab the sheets
All that cake, I gotta have my piece
Yeah, your man wonder where is girlfriend is
On a yacht with a king, this my girlfriend ship (Yeah, yeah)
Swear I love it how she twerk then dip
On God, you should see the way she work them hips (Woo)
Tell her, "Face down, ass up, stick that out" (Yeah)
"Shake that, work that, spin back 'round" (Yeah)
"Take that, twerk that, bring that down"
And put my head between your pussy like, "Kiss my crown" (Mm-mm)
I got love from the east to the south to the west
Know the north side's boxed, say it loud with my chest
I just came off the stage, made a thousand a step
I got half of it saved, copped a house for the rest (Haha)
But 'llow it with the flexin' shit
Weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what flexin' is (No)
Half a milli' this year what I spent on whips
I weren't even gonna mention it (Skrrt)
Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back
Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Ah)
The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Yeah)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Woo)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (No way)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (Ah-ah)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way
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Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones
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