Lyrics:
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Got thirty in my pocket plus it's thirty tucked
If it ain't thirty bands or better gang ain't showin up
Don't get yo' ass laid down for shit you
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
all my attention
Pockets look like Big Pun
Taking shit just cause it's fun
Wit a draco and a drum
Monkey nuts on the carbon
Me and yo main bitch been
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
okay
Okay okay okay okay
I been a real nigga since a mini lil' nigga
Pullin' choppers like a dentist lil' nigga
In my skinnies lil' nigga
Lookin' skinny
she
'sleep in the bed
She woke up, and my tongue in her ass
She love Lil B, and she love when I'm bad
I'm bad like Boosie Bad Azz yeah, like that
' Boosie
I want to star up in a movie with hoes in a jacuzzi
I want to fuck with Free and AJ and freestyle with Tigger
Blow dope wit' Beanie Segel ride
' Boosie
I want to star up in a movie with hoes in a jacuzzi
I want to fuck with Free and AJ and freestyle with Tigger
Blow dope wit' Beanie Segel ride
me how it feel to be a millionaire
I had to smash lil' shawty with my jeans on
And I had my pistol in my pocket
Can't trust none of these bitches,
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you
in my designer pockets, Amiri Abe Lincoln dripping shit (Abe)
From Arizona to D.C.
Serving Flava like Captain D's (That Flava)
I'ma Swordfish In
baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my
one had a fade like Lil Boosie
Like how I got on my gold, she let me dig in her coochie
I had no work for this shit, these niggas they scared to do it
I
don't got shit on your plate
Lil nigga thats cool, but I got a lot on mine
Lately don't know what to think
But go to the bank, boy I had a lot on my mind
of the party
Doing the dash on a Harley
CTB we a army
My bitch she a lil barbie
Uhh uhh
I'm the badman
Rolling around the city we putting niggas in the trash can
Stacking my cake
No birthday
Mane what can I say Blue cheese in my pocket fam this ain't ranch
Back When I was 10 I seen 12 then i ran
Couldn't catch me
thought I was about to catch a body
Stay in my own pocket and I dont bother nobody
Empty the guts out and roll them up like broccoli
Smoke you to a roach in
took some time away to run up money
Nigga switch up play it cool but I been peeped you moving funny
Fighting the demons in my head the drugs gone help me
step for my nigga Buster (rest in peace)
And Bleek, my lil' brother (that my brother)
Everybody ask why I be turnt like that, shit
'Cause I made it
movin like that, I'll leave my gun on the dresser (Ooo, ooo)
I ain't lil boosie but I like them nasty nasty (Ooo, ooo, ooo)
That thang so aggressive I
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
I just got paid on a Friday uh Night
And my pockets is looking mad Tight
And the girls come to me every Night
With the guap Give you taste A lil Bite
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