Samantha Mumba - The Boy Lyrics
Checkin you walkin round in Ya Timbs, andI must admit that youre looking kind of fly manRough boy, tough boy, attitude, andYou gotta know that I wanna be down, andOooh, look at you bling blingin'Oooh, you got me feenin'Oooh, inside Im screamin'Oooooh, boooooyA thug boyA tough boyA rough boyMy kind of boy, boyA cute boyA hip boyOh you should be my boyfriend, boyA thug boyA tough boyA rough boyMy kind of boy, boyA cute boyA hip boyOh you should be my boyfriend, boyThe next day you came my looking nice manI peeped the ice in your ring and cross, andI wanna know can you come back by, andThe way Im feeling makes me wanna get down, andOooh, look at you bling blingin'Oooh, you got me feenin'Oooh, inside Im screamin'Oooooh, boooooyA thug boyA tough boyA rough boyMy kind of boy, boyA cute boyA hip boyOh you should be my boyfriend, boyA thug boyA tough boyA rough boyMy kind of boy, boyA cute boyA hip boyOh you should be my boyfriend, boyMake you feel like you never feltI know I told you id be working these late nightsI know you miss the good sex and the pillow fightsBut im a thug and I gotta stay on my jobYea its hardYou want a rich man dont yaNo slobYou wanna lay up dont yaNo jobYou wanna hit the streets huhGet robbedYou a wifeQueen statusYou the baddestCute chickthe maddest wit furs and the karatsFeelin all right cuz the day you comin backYou walked in the doors cuz I got ur bags packedCuz you going on a trip huh, we gonna let em knowTo spin when you dip huh da bed sit real low when you dip huhWe all pointDa hit boys royal da district come onChorus 5x
