โหลดเพลง mp3 B Boy (feat. Big Sean & A$AP Ferg) - Meek Mill

B Boy (霹雳男孩) - Meek Mill/A$AP Ferg/Big Sean
All that a** Lord have mercy
All that champagne these b**ches thirsty
Verserchy no hold up I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something drowsey
B**ches twerkin' like Miley
Twerk twerk for a real ni**a sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a word

I been on that trill sh*t way back

North Philly ni**a but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' your maybach

Homey D cown know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty riding dirty I say hi to thirty
Call your dog I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy

Try to school me I'm getting out here early
D**e dealer Puma life back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin' tell PETA I'm swaggin
All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it on my jacket

What you doing

Doin' fashion
Okay I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the b**ch get on my lap but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of green like I lawnmow it
John Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G yeah I ground floor it
And I'm pound blowin'
If her p**sy good then I might one two three round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah ni**a overthink never under stress
Yeah I understand your girl over I'm so unimpressed
Yeah and she tryna f**k me raw unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed
Yeah and I got money bags under my eyes ho cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on sentence
Yeah ni**a hot headed so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like that b**ch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that p**sy like my ni**a Meek Milly
On my way to meet millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big b**ch I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres who you digging up
Who that ni**a that you hating on but just can't get enough
F**k the jig is up
I'm like Madoff when I made off scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off your stash is short like Adolf Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake dog
You never pushed no yay dawg ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach we get Wale and take off
We got your b**ch in a big house she walk in hype like
Hey Ross
Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian get it
I'm lyin' can't I pretend
They say fake it 'til you make it well let the fakin' begin
I got a b**ch with fake titties fake a** she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in
Your b**ch come around and we f**kin' her and her friends
Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the dreamchasers we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'
Nah you a faker you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill I f**ked your girl and your neighbor

What she do
She just put heart eyes under my pic ni**a
That's my b**ch ni**a
Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her