(Fanatics)
Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She’s addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It’s funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she’s missin’ me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down
I told the workers you can see it in my eyes
The other shotters in the town are prayin’ for the line’s demise
Took the roof off the coupe, let’s see the sky
They thought I’m sweet and I’m a rapper, let it sky
I told my nigga no ticks, the cats gotta pay the price
They stabbed my nigga, we takin’ lives
I’m tryna buy you come Chanels, what’s your size? Yeah
Told my plug I’ll buy the bricks, what’s the price? Yeah
We took the wave to the masses, we filled the wave with pride
I eat that puss through your zipper, I swear them Balmains tight
Yeah, I done some wrongs, I ain’t make it right
If we say we killed a nigga then he took a flight
Arguin’ with bro, he say why you bein’ a dyke here?
Hunnid K off my Nike Air
All love for the white, yeah
She stay ’round the woody like she need a light, yeah
Lookin’ for me in my town, bro, I’m right here
Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She’s addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It’s funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she’s missin’ me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down
Youngers want my spot and couple olders hate me
Cah I ain’t goin’ bald or grey, I’m young and wavy
Broke’s somethin’ I don’t wanna ever be
If you don’t spend some P, that shit you’ll never see
Power of the mind, uh, young, black, and bust quick
When most kids wear handcuffs before cuff links
Three-piece suit, I look like someone’s husband
Don’t let the suit fool you, I don’t cuff links
Naked white women, villa with my niggas
Chattin’ to this chick, like, “How much was your titties?”
She starin’ at my Cuban jewelry, ain’t a biggie
I’m glorious, notorious up in my city (baby baby)
Wooly in the winter ’cause the streets cold
But I don’t roll with sheep, this here is three goats (legends)
Ain’t another trio that could test the guys (never)
Them man there can’t even last the test of time (forever)
Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She’s addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It’s funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she’s missin’ me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down
I know you heard the he say and the she say
Heard I keep the sweets on me like it’s cheat day
Niggas in Paris, I’m Outkast, feel like 3K
Double R whippin’ on the Champs-Elysees
Just made another milli’, big business, this ain’t nothin’ silly
Sittin’ front row, got my brothers with me
And when you see a real nigga, better take a picture
Said I ain’t a top boy, man, I beg to differ
Takin’ selfies with my air hostess
Bags checked in, still, I can’t take no check
I grew up in the trenches, feelin’ like I’m so blessed
Couldn’t walk in my shoes, could never take no steps, uh
Killed the game, lights out like it’s bed time
Came a long way from the yellow bricks and the petty crime
They said we can’t smoke backstage
And I told ’em, “Take time when you’re talkin’ to the headline”
Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She’s addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It’s funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she’s missin’ me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down
This is a public service announcement
I’m just here to let you know, that the boys are back in town
And this will never stop, because cream always rises to the top
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