Lyrics:
Flackk
Lil bitch
Gang town
Hunnid round
Wipe me down
I say gang town
Bitch we riding round with a hunnid rounds
Wipe me down
I ain't lil boosie but
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up, slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough
Switch positions and ready to get down to business
So
but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, fuck the ref, how I'm travelin'
Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate,
Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Whoa, yeah-yeah, whoa
Sean, what up, nigga?
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Lil' bitch
Couple riders with them llamas if you pick
A saxophone someplace far-off played
As she was walkin' on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade
Where he was waking up
She dropped a coin
the Don P
Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats
He's nasty
My boy makes hella beats he didn't want me to show this to nobody
Mr get the bag
I been up all night poppin percs
I told her bitch you
made the pie stretch (haan)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi
Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cause it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times, nigga
Gin and Juice up in this bitch,
in it
see that chick right there? she a lil ol' slut
she said e-40's a FILF. FILF?
Father I Like to F***
I said "lil girl, you way too young for me
hoodies young girls develop fully
Run up on you snatch your goodies
When we say run it that's a stick-up nigga
Give it up! We live it up
Fuck with
Lil' boosie bad ass
A lot of these niggas ain't ready ta be no gangsta
So my word of advice to y'all niggas, chill out
Nobody hate me cause they
wanna hear it 'cause you only wanna see her
I'mma show you how a real rap bitch tee up
Get up in the booth and beat the motherfucking beat up
Pissin'
even hit the block
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Hearts keep a beat whenever the bass
Brothers pushing up daisies
They say justice is blind, let me ask
This, if that was a fact, then
She would be livin' in blackness
That resembles my black
station
Let your feelings broadcast across the nation, hey hands up!
Maybe a fool takes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But
these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured
From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted
Broken records from broken English, that's all it
Hol' up
came wit' my tongue out, I'm high from the free throw
Pussy is mental, it's too good, I sin for
Run up all in it, I'm a be here for a minute, bitch
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Boy! it nearly kills me!
What a show when they go!
Say! they beat it up either fast or slow.
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people
(mhm)
Like a small forward, I be in the cut (mhm)
Where his hood at? We'll shoot it up (mhm)
She from the trenches, so she play a lil' rough (mhm)
I
{zoom}
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
game Mufasa
Bitch come at me proper
My lil' bitch a Betty Crocker
Whippin' up them pies
Keep my chickens by the fryer
If you get caught, I ain't gettin'
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