Lost Boys lyrics

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Too $hort


[Intro: Trinidad James]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I, if I, haha, dream

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done (Man, f*ck the police, man, haha)
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks (Ya, ya)
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
This ain't no cowboy sh*t, man, this that Alpo sh*t, fam
An ATL n*gga that never fell for sh*t, man
I always had to grind, story of my life
Scrubbin' for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, b*tches with me
n*ggas straight up out the blue flame
Hot b*tches, Liu Kang
New to the port, n*gga, call me butane
I’m so damn Hussein
n*ggas get to ask me a muthaf*ckin’ question
A muthaf*ckin’ question
I went from havin' nothin' to my n*ggas coppin' sections
To rockin' six gold rings
Then I had to go cop six more grains
sh*t done change, man, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe
Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe, b*tch
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James & Mac Miller]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya, ya)
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah
Walk inside a room, the b*tches offer up vagina
I’m eatin' Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China
Findin' hoes in Idaho, ain't strippers, but they ride the pole
Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir
A list of A-list celebrities sendin' me naked pictures
The higher I get, the more money I make
I had a threesome with that ho, now she f*ckin' with Drake, damn
b*tches sniffin' Xannies, yeah, they takin' them bars
Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car
I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start
Just shot a video, killed another radio star
Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I wasn't livin' fast
(Whop bop b-luma b-lop) That's Little Richard cash
It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombin' it
Rocks, James, and Miller, that's the conglomerate
(Get off my di*k)
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I don't slack, I don't simp
I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, n*gga
I don't brag, I don't boast
I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't poppin' that toast, n*gga
She had dreams she was f*ckin' with a phone boy
It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy
I went from the toy store into Tolstoys
b*tch, it's Banco, di*k fat like cankles, huh
Runnin' through the check, bro, check one, check two, check three
A n*gga wanna check me, his ass better check again
Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestlin'
And I'm on the border with the Mexican
I’m about to cop the Aston if he let's them in
That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends
n*gga, know the code or you will never get a text again
Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash
Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads
Choppin', pus*y, possum better play dead
Learn the game from the old heads (Back up)
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did sh*t that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls
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