What Happened To That Boy Lyrics by Baby (feat. Clipse)
Tote ’em up, light it up n****
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, V-A
N-O n****
What you smell?!
Coca leaf plants, boy
Coca leaf plants, straight off the border motherfucker
Come on lil’ one, handle your business for me boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
I heard they snitchin’ on a player, man say it ain’t so
Even as a youngin’ they consigned me to blow
Which explains why I’m worth my weight in gold
While they was takin’ baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that the envy is me
Enough ice on that watch to make a n**** lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I’m known for the flip of that cocaina
I’m heavy in the street like the 7 Series Beamer
Man, hit ’em with the Nina man
Or that four-fifth guaranteed to lean ya man, whoa
I’m the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious’ll hit ya, just to make a statement
Bitch, Clipse and Cash Money who ain’t rich?
Don’t compare me to you n**** you ain’t this, whoa
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman n**** leave the guns in the bushes
Been shittin’ up bricks unload ’em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, throw one n****, flood the block
If I don’t go to jail n****, birds gone flock
N**** sittin’ on the toilet, bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon’ rock
New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci shit
Bought mami a 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 ain’t nothin’ to a baller baby
Pay the cost, big money heavy weight
Birdman, hood boss baby
Steppin’ on my line? I’ll show a lil’ somethin’
Make Corleone come out
And the black crow’ll touch ya
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
Ugh, another soul lost
Had to make his shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ugh, the rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin’ wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord
My niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I passed the chauffeur 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 poke my waist, remind me of my demon
So, quit ya yappin’ ‘fore I get to clappin’
And have your body parts mix and matchin’, fella
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
There it is n****, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smell?
VA, you know?
Uptown n****, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks, you under-smell?
Aye n**** put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell, you did this here n****
A 1000 pieces, puzzles, 100, you know?
Let’s get this money
Hey n**** I smell somethin’
Coca leaf plants bitch, ya know?
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood n****, take it how you want it n****
We did it how we live, ain’t nothin’ but the thug thing n****
Money thing motherfucker
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