Lyrics:
he got fraudulent money
I make a bitch suck it right to the balls she a fraudulent shawty
Yeah, so pass me the 'Cardi
She fucking with me cause I got
It's a lot of bad bitches in this function right now
Like Lil' Boosie and Lil' Webbie, told the bitch to wipe me down
Put a silencer on the, bet that
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
splits
Fuck my ex nigga and the bitch that he came with
And if Lil Boosie on it
Then you know that it's gon hit
We drinking Casamigos got my crew and we
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
me insane
Go ahead say it again
It can't wait another day
It's not all in vain
You got just what I need
Girl, I'm a lil bent
Over you, you, you
And I
to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Boosie]
Now when I
moving
Dj got it hot, he done turned on that Boosie (uh oh)
Everybody 'round here going stupid
Sometimes I be out of my mind
But I know how to have
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
a hurry
I turn on that Boosie and Webbie now picture me swerving
Flipping through the hundreds smoking cookies
If you find a fifty bitch Im pussy
Drum hold
done got drunk inside this bitch, I'm Don Julio
We tryna get wet from these bitches, so what you cruising for
My family depend on me, that's who I do
the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy
probably bought some bags from me
I done seen it all before so you can't handle me
I got the key to the streets, I got the master key, makin' eighty like
man they don’t wanna leave
Now girl you got choices yeah
My creps cost invoices yeah
Smoking on poison yeah
And sipping on don p yeah
By pool in
ho's
Boosie Estates, my own land
That's like 16 mo'
Jewelhouse, my own clothes
I don't need no store
My lil' girls love me to death
I don't need no
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,
say the say the twice
I dont fw no rats
I dont fw no mice
Got a bad lor baby
She goin ride me like a bike
I be feeling like a plumber imma give her
Gucci
Sides of my hair, nigga I'm Boosie
Nigga burnt out, can't even catch fire no more
Figured it was just a West Side movie
But thank God I got my
You already know what it is
Don't play with me play with your kids
I'll pop a nigga then go fuck his bitch
I don't got opps you know I'm smokin' em
the pain (say that)
through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right)
fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie
will a pussy nigga shoot me his
I'ma be already full of Vodka
I keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa
And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off
I got diamonds
Or Better (Adios!!)
U Ain't A Fine Cinderella (Adios!!)
Lil Mama U Ain't On My Level (Adios!!)
[Foxx:]
A Buck 50 But Who Gon Fuck Wit Me
Im Young But Im
real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
you can tell i got cake by the diamonds on my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
a shine dime
I got a lan in the Rover, bent over, game over
(i said) I got a lan in the rover, bent over, game over
Lil mama swagg thru the roof,
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