Letra da Música Like a Boy Ciara

CIARA (come on)Pull up your pants (just like 'em)
Take out the trash (just like 'em)
Gettin' ya cash (like 'em), fast (like 'em)
Girl, you oughta act like ya dig
(I'm talking 'bout) security codes on everything
On vibrate so your phone don't ever ring
(Have a joint account)
And another one he don't know aboutI wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be that
Tell you I love you
But when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?
Like, where you be at?
'Cause I'm out four in the morning
On the corner rolling, doing my own thingWhat if I had a thing on the side?
Made you cry?
Would the rules change up or would they still apply?
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boyCan't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?I wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be thatGirl, go ahead and be (just like 'em)
Go run the streets (just like 'em)
Come home just to sleep like 'em, creep like 'em
Front with your friends
Act hard when you're with 'em like 'em (like 'em)
Keep a straight face when you tell a lie
Always keep an airtight alibi
(Keep him in the dark)
What he don't know won't break his heartI wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be that
Tell you I love you
But when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?
Like, where you be at?
'Cause I'm out four in the morning
On the corner rolling, doing my own thingWhat if I had a thing on the side?
Made you cry?
Would the rules change up or would they still apply?
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boyCan't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that? (What?)
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?Can't, can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?(Would ya like that?)
If I was always gone
With the Sun getting home?
(Would ya like that?)
Told you I was with my crew
When I knew it wasn't true?
(Would ya like that?)
If I act like you
Walk a mile off in your shoes?
(Would ya like that?)
I'm messing with your head again
Dose of your own medicine(It's the clutch)
If I played you, would you like that?
(It's Ciara, hah hah)
Had friends, would you like that?
(It's Ciara, hah hah)
Never call, would you like that?
(Another one, hah hah)
Hell nah, you wouldn't like that, no
(You can't handle it, hey)Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?What if I had a thing on the side?
Made you cry?
Would the rules change up or would they still apply?
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boyCan't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?Can't, can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?
Can't be gettin' mad
What you mad?
Can't handle that?

Composição: Ciara / Candice Nelson / Balewa Muhammad / Calvo Da Gr8 / Ezekiel Lewis / Patrick “J. Que” Smith.