Lyrics:
Fake booty
Natural booty
Small booty
I like all booty
She got some hos hatin
You a lil hood ain't it
Dat pussy good ain't it
Dat lil ho dangerous
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down, and I don't know why
the street bitch
50 come in get em gone by the weekend
OG turnt y’all lil niggas can’t be me
Back of the back with your bitch and she eating me
Used to look
No Hangover Gang
864 Stand up
Ima call this shit here master karlton
LETS GET IT
Feel like boosie when I bring the music
Carolina like I'm cam
like a movie
Niggas hatin on my dick like some groupies
I got a bad lil bitch and she boujee
I am a bad ass no boosie
She know im famous so she give up
the sliders up on the game so i had to use dem cheats
Somebody tell me please
(Why)Do niggas be fakin'?
(Why)Do niggas be hatin'?
(Why) Am I needing some
keep that choppa right under my seat
Lil baby keep lookin' at me
She just happy that we linked
Niggas tryin' to ride my wave, Bitches all in my face
on him
Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie
Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up
boosie when I ride by
Real niggas do walk ups, hoe niggas they do drive by
Every nigga from here play in beef it ain't no sideline
Nigga just hopped off
here, if you ain't on that dope up in here
Man I should slow up in here, 'cause I can't get roped up in here
Got this lil' hoe up in here and I ain't
like it's Toosii
I got me a new bitch
I don't care about ya new switch
You said you want my head
Lil nigga you ain't gon' do shit
Riding round the town
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
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,
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
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
Heard you did it first i can do it better
Say you gotta man i can treat you betta
If he talkin beef gotta new baretta
See they started hatin when im
Baby to blow)
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin', they waitin' on Baby to go (Baby to go)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah
Only fuck with real
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
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
can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
This Shit cnd ch Look ct Lil Nigga He cct Like c "She"
These Nigas They Hatin' On Me
These Nigas They Hatin On Me Mah Nigga
ch Pull Up They RIP Mah
Bad lil bitch up in this club
Purple stuff all in her cup
Got me stuck like lighting struck
Turn me on just by her touch
Bad lil bitch up in this
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to the Cho I done ran through more hoes
Than lil Stanley Zero Tiger Woods and Jack Nichols (Go)
Shoot my lil shot I ain't missing that missile
Walk in your
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