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I'm a stone cold killa like
Stone cold nigga stick him up
Hit him up with the 44 nigga
Leave that nigga on the ground
That floor cold nigga Outkast

Rolling Loud

YNW Melly

We All Shine

2019

then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick
I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit)
Know that's a dusty lil

True

Boosie Badazz

Out My Feelings (In My Past)

2016

that I could never forget
Never forget her

Now this next girl (True story)
She fucked up my whole world
Called me by my first name (Torrance)

T.R.U. shit
No bullshit
Street shit
No cheap shit (man, who the fuck is Marquis?)
Hott talk to 'em

Man, fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil

hit me up, mad with a fever like whoa
You ain't even all that pretty
You ain't even all that, nigga
You ain't helpin' out with me, God won't forgive

like a biker boy
We are the So Icy Gang, tatted like a biker gang
Dreaded up, breaded up, wet it up, and bet it up
Bitch, you don't wanna bet, pull up

Boosie when he hit the stage and kill it
I feel like Snoop D O double G bitches rolling up my weed
While I'm counting up the G's homie then I'm peeling
I

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Hold Up

LL Cool J

Brass Knuckles

2008

I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling

down
Details inside of the photo, my fit was twenty thou'
No miles, cashed out, put it up by the time it hit two thou'
Surfin' in Hermès, I'm the one

bout a bitch hit em wit da stick baby we gon chalk him out
Fuck is niggas talking bout
I was posted Ina city riding wit da blicky right by obama house

the goofy stop movin
That Nigga mad asf
That Nigga sad asf
Cause his bih
Look like boosie
These Niggas switching up
Nintendo they switching up
Man I think

a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave

6PM In New York

Drake

If You're Reading This It's Too Late [LP]

2015

to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that

a hundred fifty racks in your purse, lil' bitch
And when I wake up, go surf in your pussy, hit

Say she wanna eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin'

(Uh-huh) (turn it up)
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Come on

Shawty had them Apple Bottom

on the dick
But shawty, hit em a splif
Ain't cuffin no bitch
She just want the dick
Lil shawty so nasty
I piss on her lip
Huh, pull up yo bitch
She suck

them guns and them pounds
I grew up on them grounds with the dealers and hounds
We order more bottles
And fuck on more models and pass 'em around
I

bars
,i had this episode f***** with this lil broad,
she wanted me to hit it hit it by ?
???,you know im a dawg so i didnt hit it raw,
that red

tell her I just wanna be friends,
(Boosie Badczz)
Hold up.... There she goes calling again.



(Verse 2: Boosie Badczz)
Yea, this for lil Tweety,
cct

Out the window, Lil D bustin' now
Hit the front seat, swerve 'em off the road
Fuck these broke ass niggas 'cause they all hoes
I just wanna see these

I'm living
I roam and once I get 'em, I bone
I never hit up they phones
I leave em sittin' alone
Soakin' the sheets up
Think she gon' ride in the V

for a freak-azoid
I'm like 'Hey, hook a nigga up with Ashanti'
I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold
'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll

[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