Letra de What happened to that boy

[Baby (talking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot´ ´em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherf**ker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke´ll leave plastic
Get off the border motherf**ker
Come on little´n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

[Malice]
Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin´ on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young´n they consigned me to blow
WHICH EXPLAINS why I´m worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I´m kNOWN for the flip of that cokAINA
I´m heavy in the street like the 7 series BEEMA (BMW)
Man, hit ´em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I´m the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don´t compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff ´em up, let ´em up bitch)
Been shittin´ up bricks unload ´em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don´t go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin´ on the toilet bitch get off the pot

The bird just landed so the hood gon´ rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I´ll show a little somethin´
They callin´ you don´t come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pusha T]
Ughhh...Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin´ wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster...Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I´m dreamin´ kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin´ fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus (2x)]

[Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**ker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let´s get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin´, coke´ll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherf**ker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin´ but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherf**ker