Video Boys Boys Boys de Demi Lovato 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Demi Lovato - Boys Boys Boys Lyrics

Boys, Boys, Boys Song Lyrics
Boys, Boys, Boys by Demi Lovato Boys I love you... I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

I got this Spanish chico, she don't like me to roam
So he call me cabron plus marricon
Said he likes to cook rice so he likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black man, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out his neck, makin his fingers snap
He like, "Listen Demi, I don't care if you rap
You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French man that love to french kiss
He thinks he's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, t£ est belle
Merci, you fine as heart but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe he with, red dot or feather
He said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, but I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scr*pe the plate
I love

Boys, boys, boys, boys (uh-huh)
Boys, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys all over the globe
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your rag in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon

I got this young man, she so immature
He like, "Why you don't buy me heels no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up him holla
Got a project man, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby boy so thorough he been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But he dress his mask off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
But she's fine but he parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
He look right in that tight blue shoes, he's thick
He gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young man, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

Boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys all over the globe
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

I got this paranoid man, he's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that get this through
Got this head man, she always catch me doin this
Crazy man wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese man, had to leave her chick
Cause she kept bootleggin my hits - baby
I got this African man with Eddie Murphy on her skull
He like, "Demi, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Mr. Rogers, but when I met your class
You was dead broke and wasted, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Papa's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of his head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many boys across the globe...

I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys all over the globe
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I love boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys...