Baby F- Clipse Pharrell Williams What Happened To That Boy Lyrics

What Happened To That Boy Lyrics

[Baby (talking with echo)]

 Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya

 Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga

 Birdman motherfucker

 Clipse, VA, NO nigga

 What you smelt

 Coke'll leave plastic

 Get off the border motherfucker

 Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

 

 [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]

 (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)

 (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy

 (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy

 He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

 

 [Malice]

 Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah

 I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so

 Even as a young'n 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 know 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! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich

 Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Baby]

 Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...

 Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)

 Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)

 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 aint 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 (touch
ya)

 

 [Chorus (2x)]

 

 [Pusha T]

 Ughhh...Another soul lost

 Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche

 Ughhh...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

 

 [Chorus (2x)]

 

 [Baby (talking)]

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

 Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know

 Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit

 We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)

 Aye nigga put this puzzle together

 Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)

 A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know

 Let's get this money (get the money)

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

 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, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga

 Money thing motherfucker