Tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
With my little titties and my phat belly
I could take your man if you finna let me
It's a guarantee that he won't forget me
My body little, my soul is heavy
My little titties be bookin' cities
All around the world, they be fuckin' with me
I'm a Calvin Klein model, come and get me
Step the resy up, don't be fuckin' with me
My little titties are so itty-bitty
I go locomotive, chitty-chitty
Bang-bang, gold hoops and that name chain
Timb' boots and, like, four rings
Missy Elliott, can't stand the rain
You lames playin' the same games
Lil' titties, I'm so damn pretty
Staircase and a cracked Philly
Lil' titties and a fat kitty
Big pants and some stuffed shoes
Pow-pow-pow, Blue's Clues
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
With my lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
(Is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) yeah
Who is that, hoe? (My lil' titties and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy (my little ti-)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that? Who that? Who that?
Princess Nokia, Baby Phat, I be where the ladies at
Who know how to shake it fast, we gon' spit that brazy track
You know that I'll take it back, I'm spitting the illest math, yeah, hoe
Who that? Who that? Who that?
Princess Nokia, make it clap
She with it to set it back
And give ya the fire track, now watch what gon' happen next
Who that up in the North? Dennis Rodman up court
When I step up in the function, it's a party, of course
I'm having fun with my friends and I don't want it to end
And if you finna blow my high, then I'ma punch you again
With my little titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly (that girl is a tomboy)
Oh yeah
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) yeah, hoe
Who is that, hoe? (My lil' titties and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy (my little ti-)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy (yeah, hoe)
He so in love, he think it's a spell
This love is too magic and he cannot tell
He fuck with my bruja, my pussy a spell
My toto is special, got locks like a jail
It's Polo, it's Tommy, it's Mecca, it's Nauti
I'm finna sit back and just sip on Bacardi
You come to my party, you gon' meet my army
A room full of girls and we actin' real rowdy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy, that girl is a tomboy
With my little titties and my phat belly
I could take your man if you finna let me
It's a guarantee that he won't forget me
My body little, my soul is heavy
My little titties be bookin' cities
All around the world, they be fuckin' with me
I'm a Calvin Klein model, come and get me
Step the resy up, don't be fuckin' with me
My little titties are so itty-bitty
I go locomotive, chitty-chitty
Bang-bang, gold hoops and that name chain
Timb' boots and, like, four rings
Missy Elliott, can't stand the rain
You lames playin' the same games
Lil' titties, I'm so damn pretty
Staircase and a cracked Philly
Lil' titties and a fat kitty
Big pants and some stuffed shoes
Pow-pow-pow, Blue's Clues
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
With my lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
(Is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) yeah
Who is that, hoe? (My lil' titties and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy (my little ti-)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that? Who that? Who that?
Princess Nokia, Baby Phat, I be where the ladies at
Who know how to shake it fast, we gon' spit that brazy track
You know that I'll take it back, I'm spitting the illest math, yeah, hoe
Who that? Who that? Who that?
Princess Nokia, make it clap
She with it to set it back
And give ya the fire track, now watch what gon' happen next
Who that up in the North? Dennis Rodman up court
When I step up in the function, it's a party, of course
I'm having fun with my friends and I don't want it to end
And if you finna blow my high, then I'ma punch you again
With my little titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly
My lil' titties and my phat belly (that girl is a tomboy)
Oh yeah
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) whoo
(Who is that, hoe?) My lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) my lil' titties and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy) yeah, hoe
Who is that, hoe? (My lil' titties and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy (my little ti-)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy (yeah, hoe)
He so in love, he think it's a spell
This love is too magic and he cannot tell
He fuck with my bruja, my pussy a spell
My toto is special, got locks like a jail
It's Polo, it's Tommy, it's Mecca, it's Nauti
I'm finna sit back and just sip on Bacardi
You come to my party, you gon' meet my army
A room full of girls and we actin' real rowdy
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Writer(s): Destiny Nicole Ortiz, Gilberto Ramirez
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