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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 could see it in my eyes That I got shottas in the town, then prayin' for the lines 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 have got to pay the price They stabbed my nigga, we takin' lives I'm tryna buy you some Chanels, whats your size?, yeah Tell my plug I'd buy the bricks, what's the price? Yeah We took the wave to the masses, we felt the wave of pride I eat that puss through your zipper, I swear them Balmains tight Yeah, I done some wrongs, I ain't make it right, yeah If we say we killed a nigga then he took a flight Arguin' with bro, he say, "Why you bein' a dyke?" Yeah Hundred K off my Nike Airs, all off of the white, yeah She stay 'round the woodie like she need a lightyear Letras de cancionesLookin' 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 Cos, I ain't goin bald or grey, I'm young and wavy Brokes somethin' I don't wanna ever be If you don't spend some P, the 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 ya, I don't cuff links Naked white women, villa with my niggies 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 run with sheep, this here is three goats Ain't another trio that could test the guys Them man there can't even last the test of time 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 outcast, feel like three K 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 those 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 the boys are back in town And this will never stop, because cream always rises to the top From Letras Mania