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We making that money on money on money we hit that lil' dance
We making that money on money on money we throwing up bands
She used to not fuck with

ego
I remember late nights, me and Al Geno
I was in the studio tryna make it out
I brung Boosie to the city and they
Broke up in your spot
And we tried

I'm a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud
You can't get dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker
So you know I don't give no fucks
YG hit your

touched up
Nigga fuck around and get dusted up by the way im gripin my clutch
Nigga fuck around and get busted up smoke a nigga jus like a dutch
Bad lil

B***H

Too Short

Kings of Crunk

2002

[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any

the worst, now they won't come around

Yeah, moving by the pound, going in and out of town
Yeah, I feel like Lil' Boosie, told that bitch to wipe me down
I

her veins
Her daddy left her with some shit in her brain
Yeah she fucked in the head, she wanna slurp me up and expect me not to wed
Got my dick in some

it, cock it, aim and shoot
Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot

Game fucked up, streets ain't got loyalty
Real dope boy, and I spit real nigga

litty trip off a G of edibles baked by the plug
Daily spit spitting too many smokes cottonmouth got me fucked up
Another hundred clean I don't know how

(Hook) 
I do what I wanna, 
You ain't gang and yo hoe choosing me, 
I fuck who i wanna, 
Yea I fucked yo bitch nigga and what, 
Whatever you on I'm

Betrayed

Lil' Boosie

Incarcerated

2010

some fucked up shit
Blowing killa when I ride, in my mirror when I ride by
Can see some niggas doing a coward-ass drive-by
Some of these pussies

Worryin' Bout Me

B.J. The Chicago Kid

Worryin' Bout Me

2019

and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (4x)

Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)
B.O.O.S.I.E. B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that's me (wipe me down)
Red bones caramels all of em stop and stare all

Hey, oh london on Da Track bitch
Woah, hey hahaha
Yeah

I fucked her quick then fast then
I went to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass
A good lil

Stayed down till I came up
Man I ain't never switch sides
Stayed the same, when the lanes changed
Hell ain't even switch rides
Niggas be out here

They got me fucked up
They got me fucked up
I pulled up to the spot but I was tryna turn up
They got me fucked up
They got me fucked up
I pulled up

I got my Weapon IN
The club
Nigga get up out my face
I don't be Jeffin' in The Club
How you a gangsta and a snitch?
Lil n*gga you a DUB
You dont take

really got me fucked up
Talkin' shit, boy, don't get fucked up
I can walk out, go back in
Told these niggas I'm up by ten
Turn these fuck niggas off, I'm

a action punch
I done told these niggas bout acting up
Say the want that lil straight drop
I'ma give these niggas what they asking for
I'm steady popping

Lil' boosie
Ayy, hit her from the front, press down on her stomach, made her do the tootsie roll, yeah
She want me to put the spoon in her cookie dough,

no tip
No 3.5 I smoke by the zip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet the whip
Kill em with style get em' murked in my drip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet

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 hunnid rounds
lil boosie wipe ya down
Yo niggas shooting from the three point
We Pullin up from outta bounds
Larry bird Scottie pippen my nigga cost ya 33

Boosie Badazz investments 3
This nigga here one of the
Coldest in the game
Game your's nigga, take it nigga
I saw what they ain't see
Open they eyes