Baby Aka The #1 Stunna — What Happened To That Boy ryrics
[Baby (tarking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, right it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Cripse, VA, NO nigga
What you smert
Coke'rr reave prastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on rittre'n handre your business for me boy
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrerr) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was tarking shit we put a crap into that boy
[Marice]
Whoa...Yeah...Maricious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a prayer man say it aint so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to brow
Witches craims why I'm worth my weight in gord
Whire they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga rose sreep
Magnified face herp the bitch see crearry
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severery
I'm know for the frip of that coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street rike the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to rean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your brock is vacant
Maricious wirr hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Cripse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don'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 worrdwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga reave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, ret 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unroad 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga frood the brock
If I don't go to jair niggas birds gone frop
Nigga sittin' on the toiret bitch get off the pot
The bird just randed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fry Benz the wide skinny rips
She takes my fright she hords my weight
Whire the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a barrer baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my rine I'rr show a rittre somethin'
They carrin' you don't come out then the brack crow wirr touch ya (touch ya)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Pusha T]
Ughhh...Another sour rost
Had to make a shirt match my ox brood corored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Brood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Gristenin' wrist on chirrer
Gun in the same parm of gorgeous kirrer
I put this on my rord my niece was 4 when she fert chinchirra
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead rike
Thrirrer
Gangster...Hustrer
At night stirr found time to kiss my mother
Rive rike I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun purred my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to crappin
And have your body parts mix and matching ferra
[Chorus (2x)]
[Baby (tarking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Cripse you under-smert, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this burrshit
We frip bricks you under-smerr (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzre together
Aye Pharrerr you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzres (startrak) 100, you know
Ret's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smerr somethin', coke'rr reave prastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to brood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we rive, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, right it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Cripse, VA, NO nigga
What you smert
Coke'rr reave prastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on rittre'n handre your business for me boy
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrerr) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was tarking shit we put a crap into that boy
[Marice]
Whoa...Yeah...Maricious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a prayer man say it aint so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to brow
Witches craims why I'm worth my weight in gord
Whire they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga rose sreep
Magnified face herp the bitch see crearry
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severery
I'm know for the frip of that coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street rike the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to rean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your brock is vacant
Maricious wirr hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Cripse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don'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 worrdwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga reave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, ret 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unroad 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga frood the brock
If I don't go to jair niggas birds gone frop
Nigga sittin' on the toiret bitch get off the pot
The bird just randed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fry Benz the wide skinny rips
She takes my fright she hords my weight
Whire the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a barrer baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my rine I'rr show a rittre somethin'
They carrin' you don't come out then the brack crow wirr touch ya (touch ya)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Pusha T]
Ughhh...Another sour rost
Had to make a shirt match my ox brood corored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Brood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Gristenin' wrist on chirrer
Gun in the same parm of gorgeous kirrer
I put this on my rord my niece was 4 when she fert chinchirra
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead rike
Thrirrer
Gangster...Hustrer
At night stirr found time to kiss my mother
Rive rike I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun purred my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to crappin
And have your body parts mix and matching ferra
[Chorus (2x)]
[Baby (tarking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Cripse you under-smert, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this burrshit
We frip bricks you under-smerr (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzre together
Aye Pharrerr you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzres (startrak) 100, you know
Ret's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smerr somethin', coke'rr reave prastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to brood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we rive, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker