Oh Boy lyrics

Artist  : Alejandra Guzmã¡n 
Song : Oh Boy



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[Intro: Cam'ron] 
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh
baby, uh, killa 

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks
(Boy) 
Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh
Boy) 
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood

Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after
it's over 
Killa, I'm not your companion or
your man standin 
Hit me when you wanna get
rammed in, I'll be scramblin 
With lots of
mobsters shop for lobsters 
Cops and robbers
listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!) 
But
she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that

Mink on maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat

She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)

Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out
lift her up 
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it
out pick on up 
They wan't the boy Montana
with guns with bandanas 
Listen to my homeboy
Santana 

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm
tellin ya (Boy) 
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now
he bleedin (Oh Boy) 
Get him, call his (Boy)
he wheezin he need his (Boy) 
He screamin
(Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 
Damn shut up (Boy) he's
snitchin (Oh Boy) 
This nigga's bitchin (Boy)
he's twistin (Oh Boy) 
If feds was listenin
(Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... 
I'm in trouble
need bail money, shit 
Where the fuck is my
(Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) 
That's why I
buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)

He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for
his (Boy) 
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)


[Verse 3: Cam'ron] 
When he got caught
with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)

Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)

Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc
fella (Boy) 
When the cops
come......squalin!!!! 
Yeah this is for the
sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's 
PJ's, old
school, eighteenth at the sports bar 
Eight or
nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy 
Killa..
holla.. listen 
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the
R-O-C (Boy) 
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms
will say (Oh Boy) 
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em,
guns we got a lot of 'em 
Shit, matter of fact,
gurus start poppin 'em 
Then slap up his (Boy)
clap up his (Boy) 
Wrap up his (Boy) get them
gats (Oh Boy) 
Diplomats are them (Boy) for
the girls and the (Boy) 
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy,
Boy) 

[Verse 4: Juelz Santana] 
Now
when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh
Boy) 
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers
(Oh Boy) 
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't
brandish 
Blam at your man's canvas then scram
with your man's leaded 
And I'm back with my
(Boy) 

[Cam'ron] 
Until that man is
vanished 
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids
are grand standin 
Niggaz demand ransome over
them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam
'em 
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
(Oh Boy) 
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet
the enemy 
Hire me somebody but now my body
your feelin finicky 
Killa and Kopel we chill
in Morocco for reela 
We got doe chinchilla
doe and fill with them hollows, huh 
It's the
(Boy) I said it's the (Boy) 
I'm the (Boy,
Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa...