Lirik Lagu What Happened To That Boy - Baby F/ Clipse, Pharrell Williams
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[Baby (talking with echo)]Aye, Aye, Aye, YaTot' 'em up, light it up niggaBirdman motherfuckerClipse, VA, NO niggaWhat you smeltCoke'll leave plasticGet off the border motherfuckerCome on little'n handle your business for me boy
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)](Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boyHe was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
[Malice]Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...YeahI heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint soEven as a young'n they consigned me to blowWitches claims why I'm worth my weight in goldWhile they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an OWord in the streets that can envy as meEnough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleepMagnified face help the bitch see clearly9 on the waist hit the bitch up severelyI'm know for the flip of that coke I enerI'm heavy in the street like the 7 series BimmaMan, hit 'em with the Nina manOr that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)I'm the reason that your block is vacantMalicious will hit ya just to make a statementBitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint richDon't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
[Chorus]
[Baby]Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to GucciBoss of the ghetto with the round shape cookieShit one, Dro one nigga flood the blockIf I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flopNigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the potThe bird just landed so the hood gon' rotNew whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shitBut mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lipsShe takes my flight she holds my weightWhile the po-po staked out from state to stateIt aint nuttin to a baller babyPay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood bossBaby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Pusha T]Ughhh...Another soul lostHad to make a shirt match my ox blood colored PorscheUghhh...The rims match of courseBlood hit his Timbs it reminded me of themGlistenin' wrist on chillerGun in the same palm of gorgeous killerI put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchillaI past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead likeThrillerGangster...HustlerAt night still found time to kiss my motherLive like I'm dreamin' kick my feet upGun pulled my waist remind me of my demonSo quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappinAnd have your body parts mix and matching fella
[Chorus (2x)]
[Baby (talking)]Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have itBirdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you knowUptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshitWe flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)Aye nigga put this puzzle togetherAye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you knowLet's get this money (get the money)Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitchGet money motherfuckerHowever you want it you can get it pimpFrom gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it niggaWe did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing niggaMoney thing motherfucker
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)](Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boyHe was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
[Malice]Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...YeahI heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint soEven as a young'n they consigned me to blowWitches claims why I'm worth my weight in goldWhile they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an OWord in the streets that can envy as meEnough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleepMagnified face help the bitch see clearly9 on the waist hit the bitch up severelyI'm know for the flip of that coke I enerI'm heavy in the street like the 7 series BimmaMan, hit 'em with the Nina manOr that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)I'm the reason that your block is vacantMalicious will hit ya just to make a statementBitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint richDon't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
[Chorus]
[Baby]Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to GucciBoss of the ghetto with the round shape cookieShit one, Dro one nigga flood the blockIf I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flopNigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the potThe bird just landed so the hood gon' rotNew whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shitBut mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lipsShe takes my flight she holds my weightWhile the po-po staked out from state to stateIt aint nuttin to a baller babyPay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood bossBaby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Pusha T]Ughhh...Another soul lostHad to make a shirt match my ox blood colored PorscheUghhh...The rims match of courseBlood hit his Timbs it reminded me of themGlistenin' wrist on chillerGun in the same palm of gorgeous killerI put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchillaI past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead likeThrillerGangster...HustlerAt night still found time to kiss my motherLive like I'm dreamin' kick my feet upGun pulled my waist remind me of my demonSo quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappinAnd have your body parts mix and matching fella
[Chorus (2x)]
[Baby (talking)]Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have itBirdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you knowUptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshitWe flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)Aye nigga put this puzzle togetherAye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you knowLet's get this money (get the money)Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitchGet money motherfuckerHowever you want it you can get it pimpFrom gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it niggaWe did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing niggaMoney thing motherfucker
