Lyrics:
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
the same lil mama
Round here niggas different
Cause we bout that change lil mama
And we pulling fire
And we let it bang lil mama
But she brought a bag
Shit
up on a Z then she choosing
Better be a good one that you choosin' cause you gon' lose me
Never sing for no bum boosie I'm not toosie
If I show her
Ay fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)
Get it, all my
Ayy, yeah, LDC gang shit, lil' bitch
Woah, I just swerved off the fuckin' road Yeah, it's big, Lope Dope, I'm payin' the toll
Pay that fee
I'm
Me
Da Judge Looked At Me
And Said How You Doin' Boosie
He Called Me By My Nickname[Ooooh]
What You Think I'm Stupid[b---h]
You Wanna Railroad
a body like I'm Boosie
Poems like I'm Toosii
Write ten songs, go again, that's the routine
I won't change on my friends, I ain't booky
We could start
me
She wanna go vacation first link because she boujee
Why would I take her she got more bodies then Boosie
I need my money longer shout out to Lil uzi
trap gon stupid
My trap off the chain your trap look foolish
My trap is the shit all they bump is drop and boosie
My trap got guns all of them by ruger
Like to play tha 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
ya
I got a bag put it on ya head
Lil boosie on all these fuck NIGHAZ brah
I’m wit the shit know I’m in the street
Know I got it bang brains by ya
a murder beat
Yeah, I got a murder beef, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat
Me and my lil' main squeeze, give a nigga a break please
Chain on Frigidaire,
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
Shhhh okay
Back it up
Back it up
Shawty stepped off in the club, lil mama bad as fuck
By the way she moving, got these bitches mad at her
You can pop
skrilla
Gone throw that ass for a real nigga
Gone shake that ass for a lil skrilla
I know I got yo main nigga tight
We be at my crib by the end of the night
you ain't Boosie
Yeah, know that drank good, when you pour it, hit the bottle
Yeah, Prada's on my feet, Cuban licks all on my collar
I do crime by
is illegal (damn)
They let Gunna go, we tryin' to figure out that happened (he snitchin')
He took a plea deal, Lil Boosie say that nigga rattin' (aw)
off
Niggas wanna talk about they Hop Out
But they not familiar
Piss me off
Bitch I'll set it off
Just call me Lil' Boosie
My shooter love them upside
down head shoulders bitch I’m boosie
Lights camera action bitch we finna make a movie
Ima boss ima bad lil bitch aye and that’s prolly why you mad lil
by
Wave bye on the low stole the show
What it do brand new deja vu me and you maybe boo
What it do?
You are my fire you take me higher
by
Wave bye on the low stole the show
What it do brand new deja vu me and you maybe boo
What it do?
You are my fire you take me higher
by
Wave bye on the low stole the show
What it do brand new deja vu me and you maybe boo
What it do?
You are my fire you take me higher
by
Wave bye on the low stole the show
What it do brand new deja vu me and you maybe boo
What it do?
You are my fire you take me higher
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