Baby Featuring The Clipse 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