Lyrics:
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
(huh)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship
I don't really sleep or take naps, no
she don't suck it I ain't mad, I can't do nothing but laugh.
I made the girl cook 4 me n don't even cum by, hope this dirty shit don't cum back
roofie'd
A lil' badass I feel like Boosie, a lil' badass, feel like Boosie
The lavish life really suit me, if you want my life homie shoot me, yeah
I blew
check by the man, all gems
Shit was fucked up, now a nigga tryna win
Shit was real crazy when a nigga lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold,
what they like
They like Lil' Boosie spit that real s***
That's what they like
Girl you like that huh that's what they like
Girl you like that
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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
bitch ass niggas
Y'all annoyin' me right now, for real nigga
You wanna talk shit? (Talk shit)
You wanna run ya mouth? (Run ya mouth)
You want some
bitch ass niggas
Y'all annoyin' me right now, for real nigga
You wanna talk shit? (Talk shit)
You wanna run ya mouth? (Run ya mouth)
You want some
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
bitch ass niggas, y'all annoyin' me right now, for real nigga
You wanna talk shit?, you wanna run ya mouth?
You want some gangsta's front yo
Gotti and that Boosie and that Jeezy (and that Jeezy)
Self-made millionaire, a dollar didn't come easy (a dollar didn't come easy)
Servin' J's, runnin'
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
get loose, I'm like a goose, bitch
Grew up off Lil Boosie music
That means I get real stupid, please don't make me lose it
I'm tryin' to wild out till I
Slide in the bag like Toosie
I keep it real like Boosie
Hop in the whip bump Nudy
It's starting to feel like a movie
Slide in the bag like Toosie
I
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
[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
say florida girls by neechiebeatz that's her favorite rap song
Babygirl bad like that one girl from bring it on
When I play that webbie and boosie lil
and my lil' thug got it from the mud
Every thang I spit I really mean that shit
It's crazy, ain't it? Hard to explain it
I done got famous, all I did
with a 100 bricks
Watch Lil Boosie running shit
We dick hoes down for hours
While you one niggas coming quick
We flip these hoes like dominos
Niggas
wanna play, play, play)
The life that we live, shit
You'll probably be confused too (Confused)
(Sometimes I be confused)
Boosie Blues Cafe
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
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
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