Lyrics:
know you the shit
If hell froze over, I'm just trynna get the ice Patek
Wealth for my lil' man, royalties on his desk
Runnin' through the hallways, up
Ran ON Home
cnd In This World, We In, We Living LIFE!
They Hate To See c BROTHER With c STORYLINE!
(K.EcZE)
My Struggle Was (PB & J With The Bread)
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
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)
me boosie
CTB Royalty it's a movie
Caught that boy lacking without his tooly
Thick lil bitch her name is Judy
We shooting guns like call of duty
Niggas
go, walk how you talk it
Shell bo thuggin' keep it gangsta from the struggle to the coffin
I been smokin', I been drinking, so excuse my language
I
Shell bo thuggin' keep it gangsta from the struggle to the cost
I been smokin', I been drinking, so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stanky,
hitman foolish just like Boosie's screaming five who next
I question God I lost lil Savage never said he leaving
I cried so hard that prolly first time
The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil
lil' bitch I hit a week ago
' keep talkin' bout your she miss me She felt the 30 through my pants
I told her, fye right by my jimmy,yeah
Twin dropped
Rest in peace till dawn, now we still lookin' for the shooters
Can't believe what happened to Boosie, I'm losin' in my head
I can't think, hit this
a ghetto world
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
It's a struggle but I gotta maintain
Welcome to the ghetto where
Forever be the same
Hard times got my people
To me it turns into art
That I make by my own
So I don't sound like a clone
Cherry red, made me think of saucy sex
Is all about my ex n' next lady
I be
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
Every album like a bird!
[Lil' Boosie]
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
But I talk
nigga, scary ass nigga
Don't give back to your city, they should jack your ass
Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that
Turn on the radio you hear
Please don't tell nobody
Me and lil shawty drive the boat to private party
No, she not a buffy but she got some extra body
And she let me wax it off
Gon' soulja hate 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 {bitch}
You
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
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,
nigga... look
You see me I'm a g me you can't be me
I make alot of breezies and make it look easy
My cd cold, my wrist fuckin' freezie
Pay for
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
the struggle
And we know fours up
Yea the fours up
If we lose lil boosie mane the doors up
Money up
Like what the fuck
Money up like what the fuck
I only
tired of ridin this, I hit the castle and switch
Yeah my lil' homie done came up on some extravagant shit
So I roll it up and took me an extravagant hit
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
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