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Lil Boosie-Trae the Truth: The Mixtape (Trae Tha Truth) · 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) · Boosie's Way (Lil' Boosie) · Free Boosie Free Gucci (Lil' Boosie) · The History of Boosie (Lil' Boosie) · Lil Miss Swaggar (Cymphonic) · Lil Star (Kelis) – and 90 other albums »


bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it 
Im Full Of Dat Shit 
[Lil Boosie] Now you
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Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

[Lil Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And I'll zoom right by you
760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that
killed him downtown
And her oldest on a charge
They saying he killed a boy from downtown
Asked me to pray with her
And asked me can I call Johnnie (Lil
mention me
Hennessey esctasy hoes makin' they pussy pop
When Boosie some where round it's going down in the parking lot

[Chorus]

Hit the parkin' lot
I'm ready! (I'm ready) 
'Cause I'm tired of these n****s asking me

They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, 
Why not Boosie is you're gonna flop
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Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

[Lil Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And I'll zoom right by you
760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that
on me
But god kno I'm thug so
U kno lil boosie go and get skeet

Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it
scared of Lil Boosie
So when they ask me "what it do?"
I'ma tell em "F*** you"
When they mention me it's negative 
It's neva positive 
N**** down talk
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
a magazine
I watch a TV-screen
I dive into a dream only to find me in love with you

I wish you'll never stop to make my head go pop
You make my head go
'cause family calling me crying
'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
Fuck around, say I ain’t got it, they say I'm lying
Plus I got to take care
by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin
on me
But god kno I'm thug so
U kno lil boosie go and get skeet

Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it
rock Caddies, I rock Benzs 
It's crucial, every time you see me fresh 
Out the cleaners that's Boosie 
And you like that huh that's what they like
by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin
[Verse two]
now on the first day she told me
that we could only be friends
say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends
ran into me bout
The hospitals,
Nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
Dead, two shots
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
bounce back like I'm bad ass
Lil Boosie ain't I Yung Berg baby
Is you surprised?
Yeah you should've seen
The look on there faces
When they seen me
To let me drop her off by this nigga 
Off the river 
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit 
She don't think I know that she let her live
songs with alotta slap in 'em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross the back and I
if his money short
(Girl how you ride)
Keep it real with Yo nigga
Pop a pill with Yo nigga
Back ya bags hit New York and get a deal with Yo niqqa
Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil
phone
30 chains on me like I'm Gucci
Bitch you got a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Bitch you got a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Bitch you got