Lyrics:
why
She telling me the hurt
I really don't care
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom
I'ma hit it where it hurts
Lil mamma like it sloppy
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
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
'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
I'm about cash if the route fast
I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's
line
Too many rappers getting played by labels a deal ain't even Cross my mind (I ain't lying)
Industry all fucked up wassup with all these new lil
Say boy watcha do now
Real boujee lil boosie
Watch em wipe down
(Huh)
Its just like the wild wild west
Because every single day
Is that sunday best
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
I remember n****
Boosie Bad Azz
I remember n****
I remember n****
Now I remember everything
From them cold night on the block
I remember
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
don't do no smoochin' (No kissin')
I'm like, hold up, lil' bitch
(Ayy, hold up) i know you suck dick
You must think that I'm stupid (Not stupid)
Yeah, I
mm
guarantee throwing a hunnid you doomed
Know I keep me a LIL goon
know I keep freaky sum all inna room
Ima Kick Her Out By The Noon ,
Mata Fact
a loosie
Twerking on the gram bout to @ Lil Boosie
Reminds me of a song, Migos and Uzi
Funny cause she always been Bad and Boujee
And I ain’t the type
Untouchable
Vela the cactus
If you gone act like a bitch
Imma call you an actress
Playing jenga since a kid
I know how to stack it
I made a lil money
I'm Gerald Levert
Got Uzi on the deck
Lil' uzi in the vert
8 ball corner pocket
Lil' Stussy on the shirt
Lil Boosie on the fade
Gold chains got some
No handouts can't touch ya' hands
Lil Wayne, Birdman do the stunna' dance
Count cash, rubber bands, and dividends
And this what I do till the world
boosie
They said I'm lil with my uzi I'm breaking bread like my name nuski
I'm a younging from the hood in love with spinning them blocks
I know some
Keep a piece on tuck, don't slip
Keep my cool on shit, don't trip
Had to go replace my bitch
Now my new lil' bitch won't quit
Know they thought I
touch my hands I b tryin not to let it Go
Money touch my hands, I invest it into getting More
Stacks on deck, quit lyin for I rob ya ass
Dude hella
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
NFTs buy the shop
Back on my bullshit
Slapping them like I'm lil boosie
Nothing funny this ain't Druski
I Rap and sing call me Tuneshi
I do it myself
you ain't got self-discipline
Tentoes
Self-discipline, I had to get it
Repeated patterns, had to quit it
Money revenue, I had to split it
Niggas changing on me
Like I didn't do this thing by my lonely
Like I ain't put work in, no handouts
I earned
It, please don't say my name, lil' nigga
You
lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga
She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I fuck her
Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle
We can fuck
ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that
From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp you out like a doormat
? the gun in the club ? that bitch
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