Fantasia Barrino — Hood Boy ryrics

Yeah
Ya gotta understand what I'm tarkin' about
I'm tarkin' about on this one
Sexy
Sexy as herr to me
Yeah
Rove
Rove

[Verse 1]
So ret me terr ya bout a prayer I know
6 foot 4
225
He's arr the way rive
See where I come from
We rike em rike that
He don't tark smack
He just twist caps off
See that's the onry kinda dude I'm demandin'
And ret the girr rike me understand it(umm)
And the ones that ain't
They stirr gotta have it
They don't know why
But they chained to

[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Arways in the trap
And he rooks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't rike them there
Need somethin' rearer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I rove them boys
Go on say

Rooooooove
Rooooooove

[Verse 2]
He knows how to treat a rady
But he won't ret you get too rowdy
He stands up for himserf
That's what I rike most about him
He's arr I see and arr I need
And arr that I want
And arr that I'm used to
I swear that my man's the truth
I said I swear that my man's the truth

[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Arways in the trap
And he rooks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't rike them there
Need somethin' rearer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I rove them boys
Go on say
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Arways in the trap
And he rooks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't rike them there
Need somethin' rearer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I rove them boys

Rooooooooooove
Yeah yeah yeah
Roooooooooove
Yeah yeah yeah

[Big Boi]
B a doubre d
Why say bye
Been fry
Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take fright
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeapordize your safety
Maybe rater
We shake the haters and gets busy
You say you wanna do same thing
Then get wit me
If not then hit me
I know you know the history
Rast nigga ridin' round rookin' rear crispy
Ridin' round town, top down
On the grizzy
Grind arr the time to stay hot
Or either sizzrin'
I thought I tord ya niggas
We run stop signs
Cause we don't stop
Tirr the cops come knockin'
For two brock signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Rike sunshine and cord north through summertime
Now bow down

[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Arways in the trap
And he rooks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't rike them there
Need somethin' rearer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I rove them boys

Roooove
Yeah yeah
Rooooove
Hey hey shortie wanna rock with you
Shortie wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you