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Lil Boosie-Trae the Truth: The Mixtape (Trae Tha Truth) · Source Tags & Codes (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) · Source Tags & Codes [Bonus Tracks] (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) · Source Tags & Codes (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) · Tags of the Times, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Source Tags & Codes (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) · Boosie's Way (Lil' Boosie) · Superbad: The Return of Boosie Bad Azz (Lil' Boosie) · Superbad: The Return of Boosie Bad Azz [Clean] (Lil' Boosie) · Superbad: The Return of Boosie Bad Azz (Lil' Boosie) – and 90 other albums »


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[Lil Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And I'll zoom right by you
760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that
[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
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[Lil Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And I'll zoom right by you
760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that
what they like 
They like Lil' Boosie spit that real s*** 
That's what they like 

Girl you like that huh that's what they like 
Girl you like that
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
This for my nigga, my nerve
This for Lil' Webbie ya heard me
Don't come to my state wit' that early
Boy we will leave you on Bourbon
RIP Slim out tha
on(dream on nigga) fuckin right nigga i had a dream

Read more: Lil Boosie - Had A Dream Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Lil Boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
If you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make
I like my woman
Call her rubberband boosie when she wrap my money
Do you squeeze ya nigga tight when he leave the house
Break em of ya whole taxes
like she Amazon
Got her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go
Boys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo
Lil Boosie
a lot of mess, leave you niggas out of pocket
Don't talkin' to me less you talkin' 'bout a profit

Universe I'm blessed, a new day a new dollar
Tag
This that go BBS flow
Plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
Niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O
Leave em sleep I don't need them
clothes you cant tell by the tag 
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating 
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
Ay fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)

Get it, all my
ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that
From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp you out like a doormat
? the gun in the club ? that bitch
ya scared now ha punk leave tha street 
Beat cha meat 
Do sumin get from 'round me 
Lil' shy you really thank its a game bruh 
Let me show ya when
rubber band'd up in the duffel
With dirtball niggas that steal cake from stores
Boostin' niggas that pop tags in the mall
True spot hoggers, used a few
Dim the lights, sex all through the night 

King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right 

Wear you out, leave my number by the phone 

In
smokes some
Smell it when a nigga passin'
We getting to the cash and
You can see a nigga shinin'
Just a lil' doe, a couple hoes, a couple two-three
smokes some
Smell it when a n**** passin'
We getting to the cash and
You can see a n**** shinin'
Just a lil' doe, a couple hoes, a couple two-three
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
clothes you cant tell by the tag 
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating 
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream

She got that country swag, run lil' tags
Georgia boots and a camo bag
I'm talkin she fine as hell
Bad little
Dim the lights, sex all through the night 

King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right 

Wear you out, leave my number by the phone 

In