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Private Boi Video (MV)




Performed By: Alejandro
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Alexander Johnson




Alejandro - Private Boi Lyrics




To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye

I know I come from that Violent shit
But moms wasn't havin
Wildin shit
Real quiet
On some private shit
She did her best
To provide that shit
A CHI boi
Off Latrobe and shit
Westside on some
Vibin shit
Midnight down to ride
And shit
Sit tight
Imma rhyme
And shit
I went to college
And baby
I got my bachelor's
Full ride
And maybe I'll get my Masters
Become a doctor
Retire off the backwoods
Then hit the studio
Maybe do it backwards
I know I come from a city
Where things don't look too
Pretty
But if you look in it wit me
You'll find the gems they're
So pretty
Hit the club
Snow deep
Late night autumn breeze
I know at times how it seems
You gave ya boy what I need

To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye

Know what it's like
When things get taken back
Just like Rio '16
Made Chicago mad
They say ya dangerous
But wasn't
Till you made me mad
Sad thing
Is that's the psyche
Of the government
Under the rug
Act like the shit wasn't
Happening
Say he's a thug
Cuz it don't really matter
Then
That was my blood
On the streets
You were splattering
Drop some drugs
And gentrify
What's left of them
In every city
Every hood
We do our best
Bad or good
Hands up
I can't breathe
I'm tryna live
Let me be

To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye
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To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye

I know I come from that Violent shit
But moms wasn't havin
Wildin shit
Real quiet
On some private shit
She did her best
To provide that shit
A CHI boi
Off Latrobe and shit
Westside on some
Vibin shit
Midnight down to ride
And shit
Sit tight
Imma rhyme
And shit
I went to college
And baby
I got my bachelor's
Full ride
And maybe I'll get my Masters
Become a doctor
Retire off the backwoods
Then hit the studio
Maybe do it backwards
I know I come from a city
Where things don't look too
Pretty
But if you look in it wit me
You'll find the gems they're
So pretty
Hit the club
Snow deep
Late night autumn breeze
I know at times how it seems
You gave ya boy what I need

To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye

Know what it's like
When things get taken back
Just like Rio '16
Made Chicago mad
They say ya dangerous
But wasn't
Till you made me mad
Sad thing
Is that's the psyche
Of the government
Under the rug
Act like the shit wasn't
Happening
Say he's a thug
Cuz it don't really matter
Then
That was my blood
On the streets
You were splattering
Drop some drugs
And gentrify
What's left of them
In every city
Every hood
We do our best
Bad or good
Hands up
I can't breathe
I'm tryna live
Let me be

To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
Bend around town
Clients gimme money
To all my real niggas
Trillin gettin money
To all my dope girls
Tell me if you love me
Run around
Cop a pound
Real dougie
And when I dress down
Clients gimme money
Aye
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Writer: Alexander Johnson
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