Lyrics:
skrilla
Gone throw that ass for a real nigga
Gone shake that ass for a lil skrilla
I know I got yo main nigga tight
We be at my crib by the end of the night
(Yeah)
Do the dash I ain’t never moving slow
(Yeah)
Two phones Kevin Gates I want more
(Yeah)
Real nigga I would never ever fold (Hell Yeah)
It’s just one
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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
throw back and you know that
So stop stuntin', slow motion for a real nigga
I'm gone off that incredible potion and I'ma deal with ya
I like how that
throw back and you know that
So stop stuntin', slow motion for a real nigga
I'm gone off that incredible potion and I'ma deal with ya
I like how that
[Talkin: Lil Boosie]
I been sit'n n this muthafucka hear with all them muthafuckas
perpetrating ENT if u ain't us u niggas don't grind
how we grind u
my lil' brother
I mourned and cried
I'm not above the odds (No cap)
So I stay wit a shooter
Like Gucci's Todd
Block hotter than when Boosie dropped
I'm
that murder to go ride slow like it's Texas
Got a attitude, that don't give a fuck
About 50 plus when I jet this
No testdrive I let her go out nor I bet
cause the Trues out
My lil' nigga DJ wil' he need to slow down
Out here wit his shirt off
Walking with his pole out i stay humble
I've been grindin' for
stop stackin' fuckin' figures
Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga
Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
You need to slow your fuckin'
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
and down girl lemme see it jiggle (Yeah)
Now bounce that thang for a real one (A real one)
Now come here lil mama lemme feel sumn' (Yeah)
Now bounce that
that murder to go ride slow like it's Texas
Got a attitude, that don't give a fuck
About 50 plus when I jet this
No test drive I let her go out nor I bet
Boosie Badazz
Real shit
Since I was a lil' nigga, this dude was my homie
Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me
Never showed the lead,
Knock Knock Knock Knock
Don't get me started
Cause it can get retarted yeah heard me retarted
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
Got a body bag
And a couple masks
I
down
I just did it by myself don't need no handouts
I just feel like Boosie when lil shawty come and wipe me down
She said I'm amazing
Hold her body man
That's my bro, what that shit do, my nigga
That's my lil, homie, my nigga
Y'all niggas can't tell me this nigga don't look like Lil Boosie
This my
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
Lil Boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
If you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it
again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
if you a press rewind if I ain't have
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
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