Lyrics:
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit
out that car and get to sprayin'
Bitch you know I feel like Boosie, set it off (what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
That nigga was posted on the block
the bitch
What my lil nigga did
He talm' bout bodies and it hurt my stomach
What my girl did
My girl flipped and I didn't see it coming
[Outro: Boosie
a strap and I ain't talkin' 'bout a gun
It's a hoop term, dummy, go ahead
You can check my file
I been squeaky clean, see
I don't want to go to jail
But if
nigga's boosie
Boosie, you heard of Lil' Boosie
I said Lil' Boosie, Boosie
But these niggas real boosie
Boosie, I do me
Money over bitches and a whole lot
wow bebe ou fè m cho!
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Ay What you talkin bout
Ay What you talkin bout
Ay What you talkin bout
Ay What you talkin
Mad That y'all Done Got Me (Got Me)
They ain't Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See
(Chamillionaire Verse One)
You Could Be
Mad That y'all Done Got Me (Got Me)
They ain't Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See
(Chamillionaire Verse One)
You Could Be
Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it
I hope this fucking hit arrange for it, cause Goddamn
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout
jealous im sabotaging all of their plans
Sticky weed i be blowin harder than a fan
Nothin like them other dudes girl i aint ya man
If you talkin bout
Woah, woah, woah, woah, slow your role there brother
GO
Go
How the fuck you talkin' bout some shit you ain't never did before
How you stay talkin
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
i'm talkin bout it
cnd you be out her stuntin you ain't talkin bout it
I be in the club flexin cause i'm talkin bout it
I be runnin up a check because
hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Tallahatchie, do
Dripped and we draped out
Know what I talkin bout
You don't see my diamonds
Cause them boys comin out
I'm a take and break the mic
Yes that got me goin
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't
this FN (yeah, yeah)
I got a lil' thick bitch, and, her head's fire (I'm tryna hit her)
When I say my whole clique rich (talkin' 'bout everybody),
straight
What? I'm losin' you?
Oh I forgot he delusional
That's a Cass' trait
I ain't wit' the internet beef
Don't want police knowin' i'm a wolf
Ain't worry
you got a problem with it then fuck, what up
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch riding everything but the bus
She let me put it
[Talkin: Lil Boosie]
I been sit'n n this muthafucka hear with all them muthafuckas
perpetrating ENT if u ain't us u niggas don't grind
how we grind u
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
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You
the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin' bout (talkin' bout ghetto life, talkin' bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout (talkin' bout ghetto
the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin' bout (talkin' bout ghetto life, talkin' bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout (talkin' bout ghetto
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