Lyrics:
MAKE M’s MAN THAT'S THE MIND
MADE OF MY NOTES, A MINE
MAKING PLATINUM AND GOLD
GOT A REAL ESTATE, WE CELEBRATE
RED OR WHITE, I LIKE ROSE WINE
dats all I've ever seen her do (i seen 'er)
I seen 'er smoke a lil hard, but dats between me & you (shhhh...)
Now da question stands, "joc, what's ya
line
Too many rappers getting played by labels a deal ain't even Cross my mind (I ain't lying)
Industry all fucked up wassup with all these new lil
why
She telling me the hurt
I really don't care
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom
I'ma hit it where it hurts
Lil mamma like it sloppy
hit Lil Boosie and Webbie man get to saying what's hannenin
I got that juice in my system so imma pop a lil addy
Speed bumps speed bumps speed bumps say
No handouts can't touch ya' hands
Lil Wayne, Birdman do the stunna' dance
Count cash, rubber bands, and dividends
And this what I do till the world
off her jaw
When I fight we ain't losin' we ain't takin' no draws
No fuckin' Boosie we gone set this bitch off
For a lil' price ass we can get you
me good ol face (Sloppy)
Fresh to death get the casket close it mane
I ain't lil Boosie but whip me down
I see you lil niggas y'all really clowns
Say
can’t have her thinking
I’m a lil baby
oh
I’ve been slowly smoking feeling loopy
got me feeling a lil boosie
truth be told I feel like toosii
yeah yeah
lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga
She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I fuck her
Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle
We can fuck
live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I
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
things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah
Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil
slash money-go-getter
Ever since I was a itty-bitty lil nigga
Thank I was the wisest youngster out there hustlin'
Twelve year old kid on the block cuffin'
it up but notice them boys they ova there plottin
Be wise guy my shootaz is near its not smart to try me
I’m fresh as fuck lil nigah (yeah) from
Eyes red I'm full of that loud
Bad Azz like Lil Boosie
Acting out like that Bad Azz dvd the one I catch on YouTube
Counting money by the blue , blues
boosie
They said I'm lil with my uzi I'm breaking bread like my name nuski
I'm a younging from the hood in love with spinning them blocks
I know some
takin' shit
Bitch, I ain't who you used to know (nope)
I done shot off to the moon, lil' ho (gone)
Still order me a 4 for 4 (for real)
Painted drank
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
Aw
Ayyyeee, come on
Ahh
Yeahh, aye
I put a dick in a Glock and I make sure it bust
I put this shit it ya guts
I like my bitches like us with a lil bit
A million we will make
Independent to this day
Sixty platinums in the plate
And I a thug till I break
(Chorus/Lil Italy)
If you want it enough come
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
Cuban barely got mileage
Riding in the sprinter check the spread on the kid
I Got a bad lil baby but you know I keep a couple
Fly by in a Tahoe money
get a lil change
Hanging with a rapper, think you get a lil game
Think you had nothing 'cause you feel a lil pain
They don't want you if they can get
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