The Boy

Lyrics

[Intro: Samantha Mumba] Boy (Oh-oh) Oh-oh Ooh [Verse 1: Samantha Mumba] Checkin' you walkin' 'round in ya Timbs And I must admit that you're looking kind of fly, man Rough boy, tough boy, attitude And you gotta know that I wanna be down [Pre-Chorus: Samantha Mumba] And ooh, look at you bling blingin' Ooh, you got me feenin' Ooh, inside I'm screamin' Ooh, boy I can't maintain when I hear your name 'Cause you got it and I want it Boy, you're what I'm lookin' for [Chorus: Samantha Mumba] A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy [Verse 2: Samantha Mumba] The next day you came by looking nice, man I peeped the ice in your ring and your cross And I wanna know, can you come back by? And the way I'm feeling makes me wanna get down [Pre-Chorus: Samantha Mumba] And ooh, can't stop what I'm feelin' Ooh, you got me daydreamin' Ooh, inside I'm screamin' Ooh, I like what I'm seein' I'm swept away by your display 'Cause you got it and I want it Boy, you're what I'm lookin' for [Chorus: Samantha Mumba] A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy (My kind of man) A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy (You should be my man) A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy [Bridge: Samantha Mumba] Boy Boy (Boy) Boy Love the way you walk Love the way you talk (Boy) Oh boy, oh boy [Verse 3: Omero Mumba] Taking over your soft boy, you melt Hit boy, make you feel like you never felt I know I told you I'd be working these late nights I know you miss the good fun and the pillow fights But I'm a boy and I gotta stay on my job Yeah, it's hard, you want a rich man, don't ya? No slob, you wanna lay up, don't ya? No job, you wanna hit the streets, huh, get robbed A wifey, queen status, you the baddest Cute chick's the maddest, with furs and karats Feelin' alright 'cause the day you comin' back You walked in the door 'cause I got your bags packed 'Cause you comin' on a trip, huh, we gonna let 'em know We spin and we dip, huh, the bed sit real low When we dip, huh, we on point The hit boys royale district, come on [Pre-Chorus: Samantha Mumba] It's no mystery, baby You're my fantasy, baby It's our destiny, baby 'Cause you got it and I want it Boy, you're what I'm looking, all I'm looking for [Chorus: Samantha Mumba] A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy A thug boy, a tough boy A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy A cute boy, a hip boy Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy