We Dem Boyz (Tyga Remix) lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[Hook X2]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle
Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto
pus*y must be serious
Scared of heights come face your fears
Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
Young n*gga but I'm ready
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
And white girls gimme becky
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Hol up, hol up, had to check the rollie
You know what time it is, bad b*tches only
My n*gga caught a case bailed out in the morning
Cause we got dollars b*tch, so dont you dial The Police[?]
I'm repping and mixing my time like n*gga what is you saying
Come fly to LA and i'll show you [?]
We at the story, now the star island
Mianmi and mollys, the young rich king im wildin'
Hol up, hol up, hol up, tryna' be so f*cking bout it
You want my life style, just dont read the comments
Plotting on a hundred mill, [?]
Sh rocking with a cold n*gga, that b*tch excited
This ain't no play, [?]
Taylor gang and them last kings, b*tches know my name raw on my license plate
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy
Number 1, b*tch you can't replace me
Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me
You got a ass so fat lets make a baby
Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes
Hol up, these n*ggas broke, these n*ggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
Im in my brand new car, who wanna race
Ho, b*tch you ain't call my phone so why you showin up
Im takin them shots all my n*ggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol up, man did you see her interior

[Hook]
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