Boys, Boys, Boys
Boys I love you... I love all y'allHehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chico, she don't like me to roamSo he call me cabron plus marriconSaid he likes to cook rice so he likes me homeI'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempoI got this black man, she don't know how to actAlways talkin out his neck, makin his fingers snapHe like, "Listen Demi, I don't care if you rapYou better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"I got this French man that love to french kissHe thinks he's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twistMy, cherie amor, t£ est belleMerci, you fine as heart but you givin me hellI got this indian squaw the day that I met herAsked her what tribe he with, red dot or featherHe said all you need to know is I'm not a hoAnd to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-DoughNow that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and blackThat's fried chicken, curry chicken, but I'm gettin fatArroz con pollo, french fries and crepeAn appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plateI love
Boys, boys, boys, boys (uh-huh)Boys, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tourI love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys all over the globeI come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your rag in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
I got this young man, she so immatureHe like, "Why you don't buy me heels no more?"Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floorGotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up him hollaGot a project man, that plays her partAnd if it goes down y'all that's my heartBaby boy so thorough he been with me from the startHid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the partsI got this model chick that don't cook or cleanBut he dress his mask off and her walk is meanOnly thing wrong with ma she's always on the sceneBut she's fine but he parties all the timeI get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chickHe look right in that tight blue shoes, he's thickHe gives me extra pillows and seat back loveSo I had to introduce her to the Mile High ClubNow that's young man, stewardess, project and modelThat means I fly rough early, plus I know TahoeThat means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beefBut I never have a problem with my first class seatI love
Boys, boys, boys, boysBoys, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tourI love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys all over the globeI come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
I got this paranoid man, he's scared to come to the houseA hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it outGot a chick from Peru, that sniff PeruShe got a cousin at customs that get this throughGot this head man, she always catch me doin thisCrazy man wanna leave me but she always forgetsGot this Chinese man, had to leave her chickCause she kept bootleggin my hits - babyI got this African man with Eddie Murphy on her skullHe like, "Demi, why you treat me like animal?"I'm like excuse me Mr. Rogers, but when I met your classYou was dead broke and wasted, and now you want halfI got this ho that after twelve million soldPapa's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'Gotta tie the back of his head like Deuce BigalowI got so many boys across the globe...
I love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tourI love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys all over the globeI come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let's rollI love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour
I love boys, boys, boys, boysBoys, boys...