Lyrics:
You talking that shit I will empty my clip
(You talking that shit I will empty my clip)
I'm killing the game just throw in the towel
I got caught by
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
standing on principle go Boosie on em
2Being real ain't in your blood call em blood donors
Oh you on some fake shit I smell the aroma
Oh you one of them
Simmons, nigga, could you know I don't play
I'm overseas on bitches like UCLA
I'm smokin' niggas like Saweetie in Montego Bay
I ain't trippin', my boy fall
with you, period (yeah)
Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice
Tryna fuck on her period (ugh)
I put a bitch up, blood on my hand
It ain't come
ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget
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
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon' do to me
After the show I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by
of mine, I'm gonna shine
You ain't got be featured on my tape I don't need you n****s anyway
All my hoes thong drop
Yeah, I take they thong off
"Boosie
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
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
[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
Baton Rouge
And you like that huh that's what they like
And you like that huh that's what they like
Gucci shades, on my Lil Boosie fade
Fitted
tried to clown me, my closest friend tried to down me
I seen a knife when you turn, naw I don't even want 'em round me
Fuck around, try to clown me, fuck
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
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
Niggas wanna strike, boy, boy, you don't pose a thread (nope)
Stones in the safe, all I'm sayin' my paper legit
Niggas wanna say you ain't shit when they
winners she used to losers
Now she my lil spinner know I keep the tooly
Might catch 6 homis no attempts
Put yo name up in the air good year blimp
We ain't
by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin
tellin' us if we don't vote for him, we ain't Black
I still think you racist and that's my problem with you
We only voted for you 'cause you got Kamala
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
different
Bobby'll really boom you, nigga, watch who you mention
My girl planned a trip with her friends I ain't lett her go (We goin' where?)
After seein'
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