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Bboy lyrics

Life with the bboy
Life with the bboy, hope for the American
Justified bboy, hope for the American
Contact with bboy, hope for the American

I was born into the arms of his ill
My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville

Come back the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American
Petrified bboy, hope for the American

We spy at night through blinds on family fun
A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville

Walloped the bboy, hope for the American
Convicted bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet
A practiced lie in an honest way
If I was born into the arms of his ill
He'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way

A big boy, hope for the American
Contempt the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

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