Archive by TUFFBOYS Lyrics
[Verse 1: Art Mansion]
Art Mansion, they start dancing, I finish verses they start clapping
Eye-to-eye with my main ones, I build 'em up, "aye-aye" captain
'Cos back then nobody rapping now everybody gon' start writing
I build careers they backtracking, they stealing shit like hot wiring
Know I'm s'posed to be lil' bro now lil' bro doing big shows
Lil' bro is the real reason that half the brothers gon' eat though
Everybody know Art Mansion, everybody love Art Mansion
Everybody got a hard question, got a hard dick she start smashing
Yeah I do a little a rap thing too man, yeah they do a little rap thing cute man
Only been about a year or two man, and already making moves for the movement
I ain't stressing if you do what I do, you can dress how I do, you can flex how I do
But you not really testing the crew, but you not really making the moves that I do
But you don't really work till you ache in your shoes, but your tracks ain't making a cue
Bitch gon' pay for the view, yeah pull up with the tool
Sip champagne in the pool, yeah I got apes in the zoo
Yeah I go off with the zoot, yeah I just copped me the coupe
Bitch I copped me the coupe, yeah and it came with the juice
Yeah and it came with the juice
[Verse 2: Morph]
Tuffboy yeah we in this bitch again
Pop a Xan, Competition Orange are my only friends
Do my thing damn I'm still a youngin' why you acting vexed, aye?
Damn I'm from another land, I bet that they see me they see me on 'gram
Spend a few racks then I'm making it back
Only fuck with a bitch if she is tanned, fuck around and make her wear a sweatband
They see Toyotomi they know he's the man
Pull up on Tuffboys you know that's a mess, we fuck up the game like we playing some chess
Number one son, yeah, I still be fucking young
Got my team on my back and we do this shit for fun
Toyotomi weigh a tonne from the fucking money sum
Never had a hunnid round drum bitch, your Mummy fat like fuck
Give her the burger she eat it up, like yuck, Bailey keep a sodie pop tucked
Don't fuck around boy we'll mess you up, don't fuck around boy we'll mess you up
Emergency purposes, bitch she be thirsty, she nerdy, she love it, she dirty
My music be sturdy, she act like she thirty she actually curvy like damn
Bitch I'm the man, don't fuck with my mans
Damn I'm in high demand, oh yes I am
Been a Tuffboy and you know I got plans, know I got plans
Mona Lisa that's my mamacita, she an art piece like a wild cheetah
Going hard like I'm Derek Jeter, I pull up in a two-seater
Rap so cold you need a heater, bitch you need a heater when I'm on the meter
Lil' Morph spazzing so hard, bitch I want to flex into some Goyard
See me driving in a foreign car, not a Maserati, bitch a Mazda
Art Mansion, they start dancing, I finish verses they start clapping
Eye-to-eye with my main ones, I build 'em up, "aye-aye" captain
'Cos back then nobody rapping now everybody gon' start writing
I build careers they backtracking, they stealing shit like hot wiring
Know I'm s'posed to be lil' bro now lil' bro doing big shows
Lil' bro is the real reason that half the brothers gon' eat though
Everybody know Art Mansion, everybody love Art Mansion
Everybody got a hard question, got a hard dick she start smashing
Yeah I do a little a rap thing too man, yeah they do a little rap thing cute man
Only been about a year or two man, and already making moves for the movement
I ain't stressing if you do what I do, you can dress how I do, you can flex how I do
But you not really testing the crew, but you not really making the moves that I do
But you don't really work till you ache in your shoes, but your tracks ain't making a cue
Bitch gon' pay for the view, yeah pull up with the tool
Sip champagne in the pool, yeah I got apes in the zoo
Yeah I go off with the zoot, yeah I just copped me the coupe
Bitch I copped me the coupe, yeah and it came with the juice
Yeah and it came with the juice
[Verse 2: Morph]
Tuffboy yeah we in this bitch again
Pop a Xan, Competition Orange are my only friends
Do my thing damn I'm still a youngin' why you acting vexed, aye?
Damn I'm from another land, I bet that they see me they see me on 'gram
Spend a few racks then I'm making it back
Only fuck with a bitch if she is tanned, fuck around and make her wear a sweatband
They see Toyotomi they know he's the man
Pull up on Tuffboys you know that's a mess, we fuck up the game like we playing some chess
Number one son, yeah, I still be fucking young
Got my team on my back and we do this shit for fun
Toyotomi weigh a tonne from the fucking money sum
Never had a hunnid round drum bitch, your Mummy fat like fuck
Give her the burger she eat it up, like yuck, Bailey keep a sodie pop tucked
Don't fuck around boy we'll mess you up, don't fuck around boy we'll mess you up
Emergency purposes, bitch she be thirsty, she nerdy, she love it, she dirty
My music be sturdy, she act like she thirty she actually curvy like damn
Bitch I'm the man, don't fuck with my mans
Damn I'm in high demand, oh yes I am
Been a Tuffboy and you know I got plans, know I got plans
Mona Lisa that's my mamacita, she an art piece like a wild cheetah
Going hard like I'm Derek Jeter, I pull up in a two-seater
Rap so cold you need a heater, bitch you need a heater when I'm on the meter
Lil' Morph spazzing so hard, bitch I want to flex into some Goyard
See me driving in a foreign car, not a Maserati, bitch a Mazda