Lyrics:
a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
Fuck niggas do a lot of talking
Some driving got some walking
Curb side bitch it's private parking
Lil dawgs do a lot of barking
Shawdy really on my dick
get woke by a lil' freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up
300K in cash, probably still'll pull out a Visa
Ain't goin' on a date, tell a bitch
thru the storm
Hit the stage now I feel like I made it
When I perform
Grab that mic I feel like Tyson
Ima rip the beats ear off
He ain't catchin up
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
One
listen to the drum
Snoop dogg said it, we gettin' turnt up
Swishers all around, gettin' burnt up
Look at how I do, I grab her by the waist
Whisper in
because I'm feddish
G'd up because I'm breadish
Cause bullshit niggas is bad for your health
And ask them niggas, yeah how did it felt
When we had to take
G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore,
York I Milly Rock got it in my sock
Fifty off the wall and I press rerock
Got it in my sock got a lil' thot
That's a lil' boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht
Romano
OG Parker
We keep it going let's go (go)
Don't need no keys to go (no keys)
Fuckin' with me, you go (me)
Nobody seen lil' bro (ain't
the method
And of course I gotta spread
It on that presidential kush
I'm in here coughin' at election
Hol' up presidential rollie, Clinton, Obama
Reagan it's
within
And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now
then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't smoke no
does he get home?
Don't worry I ain't gonna need your help
I'm gonna watch y'all go home by yourself
A lil' bit of my man's sweet love
Is a whole
Sweet girl, daddy done beat that girl like he's insane
Brother can't watch him beat that girl down again
So late one night cookin' up with a couple
a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
Party up
Party up
Put your hands in the sky now, yeah
If you wanna get fly
We could do it all night now, yeah
Turn the beat up high
One time
out the lot, three hundred cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag
swear she a dummy
(Hehe, I love you Blanco)
Stupid bitch ain't shit funny
I ran through it all but it come back to me
Dedication Two like my name Lil
Got a full time job, shawty
Took it off for the night, yeah
I'm the nigga that you like
I'ma beat it up for life
I ain't never 'bout to lie
If you
Got into it
She Said Put it in So im innocent i lit it up'like a incense
Where i Been ct The Benefit I Got That Work Wit Benifits
Drug Dealer ct
(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them niggas act like they don't
But I'm looking to deliver the bruising
I'm badass you can call me lil boosie
I'm just like Nike go head and just do it
Only two years I been making
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