Boi! (Explicit) Lyrics
Boi! (Explicit) - Young Problemz
Lyrics by：Armond Davis Jr./Brandon Solomon/Jabari Teamer/Jerry Davis/Justin Gilbert
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so many
Boy
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so
Boy I got so many ways ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys know my face
When I pass by our girls wave hey
They feelin' my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin'
And these boys are broadies
Gotta stay on me
It's the chico
Your problem's gang homie
Catch me at the club
Girls show me love
Boys dap me hugs
Haters need mugs
But I ain't even trippin'
I play a steady pimpin'
I don't need your girl boy
I got so many
Boy
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so many
Work
Boy I got so many
Boy I got
Hey D J play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boy you better go on
Boy
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so many
Work
Boy I got so many
Boy I got
Say D J play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boy you better go on
This the Justo
I got so many
Y'all got dimes but I got twenties
When I hit the club all the girls say yeah uh
Do it one time for the mo eh eh eyo
Just a fool
Look how I'm stuntin'
Hit the club with a fine sugar brown honey
I got so many honeys
I got so many guns
I got so many hundreds
You got so many ones
I walk up in the club
Tell a h*e give me some
And just because I'm stuck all of hoes
Give me numbers
Huh
Jump up in the whip
The wheels got so many inches
I got so many hoes
'Cuz they know that I'm the business
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so
Is the motherf**ker I'm real
Boy I got so many
Boy I got
Ayy D J play that girl song
Put that song on
If ya money ain't long
Boy you betta gone
I say I got so many problems
A b***h ain't one
So many revolvers
So don't play dumb
I got so many dreads momma you could pull work
It's J M if you think I'm broke you're dumb
That means that you're a dummy
So don't say a thang
I got so many homies
Young problemz gang
Boy I get so much hate
'Cause I'm doing great
Pocket full of cake
Poppa don't play
Man her lil' weight
It's the boy J
Diamonds in my face
You makes diamonds fake
What's the dame dealie
You boys is silly
Weezy wanna milli
Your problems wanna billi
Yei
Boy I got so many
Boy I got so many
Work
Boy I got so many
Boy I got
Hey D J play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boy you better go on
Boy