Yukmouth - Hey Boy lyrics

[Chorus] Is it me or a 745 Come on with Pirelli tires Plus I'm lookin hella fly That's why I got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY Could it be they see me pull up in a G4 Stuntin like an eagle So flossy in my street clothes That's what got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY [verse 1] Chea, Chea She like the flyest guys In the flyest rides BALLIN! Like Jim Jones we flyin high That new four door flyin spurt, flyin by Maui Wowi in the coconut blunt, hawaiin high Hopin out the ride Look at mami's eyes She see the 22's, now mami wanna ride A hundred carrot charm Call me the fall guy Cuz I be stuntin n***a throwin hundred's in the sky You n***as make it rain I make it hurricane You smokin mary jane I got that purple mayne And I can leave with the phattest b**h, swervin lanes Here come my game, so dummy, that I deserve the brain You see the biker chain hangin from the air, ticks You see the protege's, same on my feet You see the dvs', the same on my teeth Shinin on them hoes (?) [Chorus] Is it me or a 745 Come on with Pirelli tires Plus I'm lookin hella fly That's why I got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY Could it be they see me pull up in a G4 Stuntin like an eagle So flossy in my street clothes That's what got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY [verse 2] Her legs is so soft Her a** is so soft Her tits is so soft She love n***as that soft But I go soo hard Like Wayne on that 'caine in the coke chart BMF style poppin rows at the Crow Bar (SOUTH BEACH!) Miami Life Dodgin Miami Vice They go to David Bling, Kissin Miami Ice There go my Haitian n***as, rep Miami right We at the Rolex, trickin on Miami dykes I'm at the Harlem Knights, when I'm in H-Town It's Rap-A-Lot for life, call it J-Town (J-Prince!) When I'm in A-Town I'm at the Body Tap I'm with my n***a Sean Paul, and everybody strapped I got a Georgia Peach We call her From The Front Because the a** so big, you see it from the front I mean the a** so big, I hit it for a month After I hit it, I could pa** a b**h just like a blunt [Chorus] Is it me or a 745 Come on with Pirelli tires Plus im lookin hella fly That's why I got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY Could it be they see me pull up in a G4 Stuntin like an eagle So flossy in my street clothes That's what got these b**hes like HEY BOY, HEY BOY, HEY BOY