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the spanks
Glock by the seat uh if i dont pull it then she will thinking you could but you cant
Know i brushed her off lil too much
Know sometimes i do too

with no screws Boosie you'on listen
I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison
Black rain in Angola where the thugs roll
Too many members

a car and drive it
Everytime she see Lil Boosie she smilin'

[CHORUS x2:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles

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,

Bank Roll

T.I.

Best Trappers Alive

2009

Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up

Bank roll after bank

you want (Is that enough)
Am I just too much (For your love)
Am I just too much (For your trust)
Sexy lil thing
Like what you wanna see
Come on lil mama

a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice

sick, we losing hope
Look, look, the moon is full… shit

Oh, what a tragedy
She just took a flip right off the balcony
Sip too much liquor, there’s no

Came in the game
It ain't the same
Cos of the fame
They halla my name

I got the juice
I got the sauce
I never lose
Cos I am the boss

Too much sauce

motion, told all my classmates need to tap it
We doing bad ass like we Boosie, just for margin like Lil Uzi
They dissing bro, that shit was douchey, got fat

a cool nigga
I tell her wipe me down, lil boosie I'm a smooth nigga

But shit be different with you
She ain't tryna fuck, she want it in the dental
Showed

got the game all in on lock
He talking 'bout bird, we get that by the flock
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot
I got way too much love right there

talk much bout hu past it's too exclusive

Hu neighbors know my name but we me fuckin to the music

When she clean up on Sunday's all I hear her play is

make a movie
I gotta get that shit on film
This lil bitch my type, I like them pretty real slim
I'm gone rock the forces, I don't too much fuck with tims

No handouts can't touch ya' hands
Lil Wayne, Birdman do the stunna' dance
Count cash, rubber bands, and dividends
And this what I do till the world

Too much on the line I got too much to lose
These bitches some witches girl where is your broom
All in my space too much give me room 
Blow a bag when I

All my shit pump race lil nigga
All my shit turn face lil nigga
Quick to bust it down for a taste lil nigga
All my shit super size lil nigga
All my

off her jaw
When I fight we ain't losin' we ain't takin' no draws
No fuckin' Boosie we gone set this bitch off
For a lil' price ass we can get you

you ain't Boosie
Yeah, know that drank good, when you pour it, hit the bottle
Yeah, Prada's on my feet, Cuban licks all on my collar
I do crime by

department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments

From them apartments door 112, building 2
Pissed off watchin' my cousin lil Duke
Boosie Boo from them

And almost hit the wall
I do love the purple
But that yellow got me itching dawg
Used to fuck her on a skittle
But I cut em off
Damn, too much fentanyl
Had

a nucance
You is too clueless
What the fuck do you be doing
This is the law of the land
I am yo father again
Listen lil nigga
You is not part of the plan

Eyes red I'm full of that loud
Bad Azz like Lil Boosie
Acting out like that Bad Azz dvd the one I catch on YouTube
Counting money by the blue , blues

Swerve

Lil' Boosie

Hustle & Flow

2005

[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