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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 65 other albums »


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
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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
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
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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
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
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
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
(boosie badass)

Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit
So I can't sugar coat shit, not a lil' bit
Inside I'm sad about my dad
Since I lost
gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil
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
white tee's in this bitch
Survived a era when I was holler'in 'bout what about me in this bitch
They had songs, I had albums
They had hits, I had
[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
'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
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
[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
holla Akon, and J-kwon but what about me
They holla Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holla
holla Akon, and J-kwon but what about me
They holla Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holla
glisten main I juss came from business
I juss spunt a hundred fifty on a quarter of that sticky
Feel it every time you hit it got my nigga Boosie with me
[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
up in my head. Some say I OD'd
Off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
Hate, but I don't drive by
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
holla Akon, and J-kwon but what about me
They Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holla usher
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck