Lyrics:
forget B.G., forget 'bout me
Forget about you Boosie?
C Murda, they need set that sniper free
He was still callin' me with rumors, I'm beefin' with
bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Now you
1987 (Damn man)
Ain't had a money order, since my sister passed lil daddy (You can get some of my food)
Long as I wake up every morning breathing
I'm
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
with you
Got me like, "Ahhhh-oh", it's 'bout that time girl
For you to show Boosie what's on your mind girl
Some say it's groupie love, groupie love
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
got time for that
Boosie push your wig back
Boosie, here, take that; your chain and your braclet
Half my clique jack boys, they run up and attack boys
can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
time, don't get your whole show cancelled
Everythang gotta do get tuned in, tell 'em hoes I'm on now
This whip might do 'bout 200, tell 'em hoes I'm gone
'cause family calling me crying
'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
Fuck around, say I ain't got it, they say I'm lying
Plus I got to take care
When I'm with ya' girl, every time it's a photoshoot (ha, verse two, it's Gucci)
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this
song, you might know the whole
thing by the time you get home.
I'm on the grind in the monin,
I'm the best of the best. I ain't no deadbeat daddy
all my
baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Lil' bitch, I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks, yeah
I'm happy and I show it to your
Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas
They ain't gon' never cheat a nigga
Pop her while I'm in the latest season, nigga
I'ma bag her every time I
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 whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
I'm thinkin' 'bout quittin' rappin', tell the truth, I'm never happy
The politics come with the shit, be makin' me feel like snappin'
They hidin'
(and hoes)
Got bread like Scrooge McDuck
Lil bitch I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks
Yeah, I'm bustin' on yo mama look like
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
talkin' 'bout hoes
Light one for a real nigga
Smoke one for a real nigga
Let's talk about real niggas
Since we always talkin' 'bout hoes
Lil' Bleek
me five Gs and my lil' partna gon' handle that
And we gon' call it even, what you think 'bout that?
I ain't fuckin' with' you, bruh
I'm gone
something
Niggas out here putting that work in
And I'm cool, nigga
Like that cup I put my purp in
You ain't 'bout the strap, you
Ain't 'bout that knife
You
on shittin' on niggas, keep on shittin' on niggas
I'm all that and I'm mixed n' one
Talent, ain't missin' none
I'mma keep on shittin' on niggas, Boosie
{zoom}
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
[Lil Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And I'll zoom right by you
760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that
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