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Ya Boy Who Am I To Say


[Intro: Ya Boy]
Yeah...
Y B... the rockstar.

[Chorus: Hope]
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
I don't know anything... at all...

[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Fresh to death laguna beach jeans on
Little rhinestones on the back look at sweetheart
I'm feelin strollin up and down like a see-saw
She say I make her heart jump like a leap frog
Who am I to say, that if I die today
You won't hop in that drop top and ride away, to a hideaway
That's why everyday I make sure I put you to bed like j. holiday
And baby says shell never date a rapper,
She'd rather settle down town with an actor
Because she said that the life of a rapper
Is real crazy and a little bit faster
So I had to show her that I'm not them
And then her heart opened up without a problem
And I know youd never place noone above me
But for me to just assume you gotta love me...

[Chorus: Hope]
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me

I don't know anything... at all...

Honestly

[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Ahh
I don't know too much I'm not a genius
But I do know that baby never seen this-
Trips to the islands gotta keep her smilin
And in the bedroom baby girl you'll be whinin... haha
And I ain't sayin that you need me
But you know I get you higher than a weed leaf
And you know I keep you flier than a seabreeze
If it wasn't for me really, where would she be
I don't care cause baby girl rare,
Sort of like a dr dre drum with a snare
I love when she mad, I love when she bare
I love how that shampoo smell in her hair
Haha
She know I love her
But she addicted to the pipe like I drugged her
You got my mind turnin like a spinnin rim
Cause I think you love me but then again

[Chorus: Hope]
Don't know anything at all...

Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me

I don't know anything... at all...

Honestly

[Outro: Ya Boy]
Ya Boy...
Y B, the rockstar...
That's right.
I'm out...



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