BLK BOY JOY lyrics

by

Xavy Rusan


[Chorus: Tilden Parc, Xavy Rusan & Both]
Black boy joy
She wanna see the Forbes like I wanna see her form
Tell me what you for it, yeah, ay
And pay me what I'm owed, yeah, yeah
(Kill A P O L L O with the blick)
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Xavy Rusan & Tilden Parc]
Ay, never mind how you feel, I'm the man, who is that? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I took a long length to realize they ain't true to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, ay!) Ay, never mind how you feel, (Yeah) I'm the man, who is that? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I took a long length to realize they ain't true to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ay!

[Verse 1: Tilden Parc]
Big bags, my back ache, through customs
You travel light, you must be tough outta your luck, huh?
I'm that go-to when she down to come through clutch huh
Sip brown 'til I'm flushed, huh? My drip-drip, real plush huh?
Internet tee off a blue pill hand grip stack of the blue cheese
Turn now to a bag and a new crib
Nice big spot by the seaside, never stressed home for a handout
n*ggas ain't all what they be on, n*ggas ain't all, need to rewrite, yeah
Go home from so-so to Killa of my soul
f*ck who you think you is, you got me in a mode
Where I'm from, we live and die by the code
Either that or sell your soul to get a roll
[Chorus: Tilden Parc, Xavy Rusan & Both]
Black boy joy
She wanna see the Forbes like I wanna see her form
Tell me what you for it, yeah, ay
And pay me what I'm owed, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Xavy Rusan & Tilden Parc]
Ay, never mind how you feel, I'm the man, who is that? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I took a long length to realize they ain't true to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ay!

[Verse 2: Xavy Rusan]
Cool by the can, got drip by the wave, yeah (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
We'd be independent livin', you a million dollar slave, (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
Tell 'em keep it simple, stupid, 'cause it's all about the feelin' (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
They done f*cked around unless we young n*ggas in the building (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
I'm a suave young player like the Fanta with the hot sh*t (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
Got that .30 on me, baby, hit a n*gga with a plot twist (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
If your pockets broken shawty, I could hit you with the remedy (Ay, yep, uh-huh)
And I keep it thorough, baby, you could tell it by my energy (Ay, yep, uh-huh)

[Chorus: Tilden Parc, Xavy Rusan & Both]
Black boy joy
She wanna see the Forbes like I wanna see her form
Tell me what you for it, yeah, ay
And pay me what I'm owed, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, all this money on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
Cash rules all around me (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Black! Black!
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