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be grindin and grindin and grindin like hoes
Been betrayed catch a fade like my name Lil Boosie
Bouta make touring my life like my name Lil Uzi
Man

dripping in sauce
They mad by the way I speak truth
All of this mumbling, I feel it coming and
Niggas ain't inspire shit to the youth
They be telling me,

delulu
delulu
delulu
delulu

delulu
Okay
OK
Yeah

I told him, move
Bitch get out of my way
I'm tryna kick it with the crew
Pour me up a shot,

a feature
Lost scrolls being told, pharaoh Draped in gold She make way more At the club thats why she
Stay on the pole Niggas gossiping Like bitches post

hit Lil Boosie and Webbie man get to saying what's hannenin
I got that juice in my system so imma pop a lil addy
Speed bumps speed bumps speed bumps say

the lead
We got everything that you need
I came a long way off a lil bit of weed
Bitch acting up I'm a ask her to leave
I put in work I ain't get this shit

Imma king, call me Chris Webber
I ain't even know the bitch, my album cover on her header
I drive my car down the road, ya boy a bike peddler
Even tho my

Copper in ma gun but it's nuen like two pence

Wavey yout might buss a lil two step

Way too fly, you know I'm coming like two jets

Phone just blinged ye

Ya boy back in a zone
Daughter twirling my crown, the king's back on his throne
Every summer I'm doing numbers the album it's on
Straight facts

lyrical batch
Cover beats with a lyric patch
Albums on play like meat on a plate
Not gonna quit my profession no way
My art makes you bob yo head all day

end up in dust
You gon' end up in smoke
Choke, don't get too close
We don't abide by the laws
We hellhounds bitch we takin' your souls
She got high

live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I

the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah

Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off

them to rewind this
I see you struggling lil nigga fuck it keep on fighting
(Aye check me out)
They'll see you on Monday
Claim to know you by Tuesday

did it my way?

Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (go get your gun, nigga)
My lil' shooter

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

Flying through the sky tonight
I love when I see the stars shine
Look into my eyes
Catch me by surprise
No
Woah
I never see you like that
Yeah yeah

What’s the static my nigga?
Had to look em in his eyes
Ima actual killer
Took my mama by surprise
Said I actually did it 
We ain’t them 
Bitch I’m him

niggas
Cause I can make y'all my lil fans and I ain't lacking for you niggas
I be going to the hood and I just chill right by the store
Aye crack feins

I Feel

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here

B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo

It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s

Just like this album on the way he got a date
Blood in the street it look like Bombay
I'll squeeze this motherfucker til my palm ache
And, none of my

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (4x)

Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)
B.O.O.S.I.E. B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that's me (wipe me down)
Red bones caramels all of em stop and stare all

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