Samantha Mumba - The Boy lyrics

Checkin' you walkin' 'round in Ya Timbs, and I must admit that you're looking kind of fly man Rough boy, tough boy, attitude, and You gotta know that I wanna be down, and Oooh, look at you bling blingin' Oooh, you got me feenin' Oooh, inside I'm screamin' Oooooh, boooooy A thug boy A tough boy A rough boy My kind of boy, boy A cute boy A hip boy Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy A tough boy A rough boy My kind of boy, boy A cute boy A hip boy Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy The next day you came my looking nice man I peeped the ice in your ring and cross, and I wanna know can you come back by, and The way I'm feeling makes me wanna get down, and Oooh, look at you bling blingin' Oooh, you got me feenin' Oooh, inside I'm screamin' Oooooh, boooooy A thug boy A tough boy A rough boy My kind of boy, boy A cute boy A hip boy Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy A tough boy A rough boy My kind of boy, boy A cute boy A hip boy Oh you should be my boyfriend, boy Make you feel like you never felt I know I told you id be working these late nights I know you miss the good s** and the pillow fights But im a thug and I gotta stay on my job Yea its hard You want a rich man don't ya No slob You wanna lay up don't ya No job You wanna hit the streets huh Get robbed You a wife' Queen status You the baddest Cute chick the maddest wit furs and the karats Feelin all right cuz the day you comin back You walked in the doors cuz I got ur bags packed Cuz you going on a trip huh, we gonna let em know To spin when you dip huh da bed sit real low when you dip huh We all point Da hit boys royal da district come on Chorus 5x