Lyrics:
swiftly on the first and third
Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard (fuck them ho's)
Would you swerve on the positive side
If a nigga get
Shawty never keeping it trill when I was keeping it real
She was always chasing a thrill when I was counting a mil’
Doing flips went head over heals
you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
Harderway cause i stack every penny (Penny)
I just get my shit custom like Benny (Benny)
My lil baby got cake like its Denny (Denny)
Roll a blunt
in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like
[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
(The track is by Phill, my boys is too trill)
Go
I keep my hand up on my pistol, case a nigga try me
One nigga jump stupid, I'ma dive, bitch, I'm
give a fuck bout how you feel
Shout out to my niggas who killed
Mike and big Tipsy was trill
They did that shit on the real, yeah
I just wanna save Lil
Diddy shit foreal nigga
Couldn't call dad I was raised up by the trill nigga
We don't play tag we ain't dealing wit the kids nigga
We don't play tag we
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
on(dream on nigga) fuckin right nigga i had a dream
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hitman foolish just like Boosie's screaming five who next
I question God I lost lil Savage never said he leaving
I cried so hard that prolly first time
niggas
Shit, I'm riding around with my pistol
These niggas crazy
Police killing muthafukas daily
I got it if off of safety
Lil boy just died in a homicide
jungle
Ain't no killing me there
I put my hustle with my grind turnt that shit to some paper
I need lil Boosie on this bitch
I'm tryna see why they hating
Woahhhh
Woah woah
Woah
Woah
Woah woah
Yeah
Selam this GO
Shake that ass lil mama
It's raining cash now
Got her on chan(n)el 5
Weather man how
Shawty
Boosie Badazz
Real shit
Since I was a lil' nigga, this dude was my homie
Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me
Never showed the lead,
silly
Got a special sight, and I hooked the Glock with a billy
I'm in Florida, but my lil shit stay out there in Philly
Ain't gonna chill, ain't gonna
Slatty keep s**t trill
At all times keep my
Mind locked in on
A broll gotta get
What's mines
Going chains
For the
Gang we gotta
All shine
I go by
Morals
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
hard but I got faith that it'll be better days
He been dead by the train for a week straight
Every time I fuck your hoe, I make that lil' bitch say my
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
The Mo' foreva in my heart
I can't put this shit down
It use to be the trill niggas run this bitch they don't exist now
I jus need 100 bands so I can level
That lil thing thea get hype (Trying tell you)
By some real niggas and you know we selling thug shit, (Know we set the mood) to the fucking streets
That lil thing thea get hype (Trying tell you)
By some real niggas and you know we selling thug shit, (Know we set the mood) to the fucking streets
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young
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