Nelly Boy Lyrics

Boy Lyrics

[Chorus]

Booooyyy

[Repeat 4X]



[Nelly]

oh oh oh oh
oh oh



So you the kang boy

how could this be boy

you
gotta be blind to sell more records than me boy

I can't complain boy

don't say my name boy

I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain
boy

I'm bout' to jet boy

straight flex boy

I'm about to round
princess cut and bagette boy

don't disrespect boy

I'll break your
neck boy

I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy

we driving
vets and bentley coupes boy

I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the
truth boy

I do it big boy

you do it small boy

I do some shit
that you can't even do at all boy

platinum tooth boy

make it two
boy

come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop boy

big rule
boy

what are you doing in me yard

you can run two miles and you
still in my yard



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[Big Gipp]

Quarter
Quarters Nickels Dollars Dimes everytime boy

butterfly my 84', fly first
class boy

dipping through the hood candy coated paint boy

triple
zero dope sacks no tax boy

you walk fast, well I slow-poke boy

you
grip the leather, well I grip oak boy

I keep a crease in my Dickies when
I corner hang

I love to sip champangne, funny ass names

ladies love
to see me Gucci or many of poochie

love to see me in the gazelles to King
Louis'

shingles hanging from the end of my pants boy

they love to
see me do the old man dance boy

I smoke plenty grass boy

I'm
touching on the ass boy

go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass
boy

I'm from the South boy

that's how it go boy

we like to
see em' drop it down

and touch they toes boy



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Lil Flipper..

[Lil' Flip]

I flip tracks boy

like
crack boy

I got that 62 inch Maybach boy

two tone boy

lets
get it on boy

my money long boy

now we smoking zones boy

come
take a hit boy

we got the shit boy

my big clover cost the price of
ten bricks boy

I'm from the South boy

don't run your mouth boy

sshhh.... 'cause I'll have Al Capone at your house boy

pull up in my
drop top, you like boy

to you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy

I'm
like a pimp boy

I ride spinners boy

I'm hopping out with 3000
dollar tennis boy

come take a look at me

I'm off the chain boy

the gameover, bitch, you know my name boy

I'm Lil Flip boy

a
Clover G boy

you better free Will Lean and Pimp C boy



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