Lyrics:
The hospitals,
Nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
Dead, two shots
the judge, "free my girl"
Man, I did it by myself
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I, nigga
Me, myself, and I
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
Yea
Vamonos, Veinte Siete
Chop like Chinese movie
Bad like Bruce Lee
Bad lil shawty want do me
Give it to me raw like sushi
Shawty wan chop like
Oh Uh Oh Uh Oh Uh Oh It's Boosie Boo
U Kno U Kno U Kno U Kno That I'm Truth
Adios Lil Mama I Need A Dime
Sumthin Red Thick And Fine
Get On Top
to say his grace
Somebody pass lil bro a napkin
It's toxic don't get started
Nope
Leave niggas broken hearted
Oh
I should hit up Iyanla
This coochie cause
we ain't losing
Shoot at these niggas ain't talkin bout hoopin
Me and leww feeling like Webbie and Boosie
I'm cold I don't know nobody cooler
Big body
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
No rush (feels right)
Feels so good to be loved by you
The way you taste, the way you move
Is amazing
It's
nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
I smoke, I drank, I tote
you're gonna flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios,
selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot.
[Boosie:]
I
she was a gangsta bitch when I played Boosie and she started singing along
I know I got in some shit when I fucked the lil bitch and it sounded like
He kill anything he see
He level three for Lil Boosie
And now it's up now
You hopin' we fall, you out of luck now
Level three shit
Yung Bleu gon' have
through
And I don't wanna be with you
I'm sorry I can't be with you.
(ay this how it is)
[verse:]
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho.
shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your
me through
And I don't wanna be with you
I'm sorry I can't be with you.
(Ay this how it is)
[Verse 1]
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you
like a biker boy
We are the So Icy Gang, tatted like a biker gang
Dreaded up, breaded up, wet it up, and bet it up
Bitch, you don't wanna bet, pull up
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
It dont matta' where ya goin' if ya luck is up or down
Just now that im always rollin' with you
It dont matta whatcha doin if ya backs against
A little bit of thunder, strike out the lightnin' (boom)
Spicy, know she spicy (spicy)
Wet-wet like a Pisces (wet, wet)
Drip, Lil Boosie, bite me (drip,
lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold, never bend
Better days came, yeah, lil' Oso made it out the pen
I'm balling in the game, I ain't gon' stop
Lil shawty she bad & bout her bag she bouijee
Ooh she with it yea she too g she don't care when I
Slide in the bag like Toosie
I keep it real like
hit til they fallin out
I told him
Don't tell me da things they do
Junkies gon do what they came to do
Trappin
It kick like a kangaroo
I want a bad lil
he get pop pop popped
Like a soda can
Talkin' like he gang lil' bro, I don't know ya man
AR got a kick, I can't hold it but my shoulder can
Got a deck
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