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Letra : Boys

I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want 'em all, I want 'em all, yeah
And when they finally leave me, I'm all alone, but
I'm lookin' down and my girls are blowin' my phone up
Them twenty questions, they askin' me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back, mmm

I'm sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
I had to trash the hotel lobby

But I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys

In every city, I got one with different ringtones
Flyin' all thе way from L.A. to Puerto Rico
My girlfriends callin' me, askin' mе where I'm at
Well, I didn't hit 'em back, mmm