Lyrics:
spill
Ayy, you not real, niggas is
Rolls-Royce still Uncle Phil
Yeah
Oh, you went top off, oh, you went Flintstones
Oh, you took the lil' Rollie
[Chorus]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody
honey bun
It's our lil' secret, just like my underwear
You know pain is pleasure, can you make me shed a tear?
Smack my ass, grab my neck, got him
when they peep you can tell it from they speech
They always say that "it be fake."I'm like lil nigga why the hate
They really mad that I'm shining got me
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
to get it
Give a trick some pussy tell
Him put somethin wit it
Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him
Get your cake up
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
mmm, she got her cake from the south (Skrrt, skrrt)
You still on yo' mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up)
They tryna crawl in the VIP, they
attorney, go ahead and free Lil Boosie (Boosie)
B.I.G was alive, everybody need some juicy (right)
Tell me the difference between Suge and Puff
While you
at all
I hate pussy ass niggas and I'm in love with the mall
I got a crush on white diamonds and I got a thang for kush
That sour diesel my favorite you
when I'm fucking but you don't feel that.
They got a lot of women wrong, got a lot of women strong.
But when you got a super star you gotta hold on.
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite,
by
Crowned Prince isn't the way I ride
If you wanna roll together, it could be a vibe
(Okay)
(That's my dad)
(Oh)
The sun shines a little more
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She fuck
that same pack
Like, "Since you was short, bring every thing back"
Tone like, "Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack"
Lil Tez like, "Play by the rules
a 10 in the face in she got her own cake
So I think I'm gone wait a lil longer.
Caught her slippin by da way had to pull her by the waist when I get her
of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young
cell
(Gettin Fucked). When he touch down he a straight up
gal.Wan be a husla aint even got no street since.
You dont deserve it anyway. Aint from that
smoke up out the roof from the trees that I'm spliffin'
Youngin' got the game on lock
I'm on top its a shame y'all not
You a lame put your brain on pot
she was a gangsta bitch when I played Boosie and she started singing along
I know I got in some shit when I fucked the lil bitch and it sounded like
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
is much harder
Life without you baby is
Harder
Life without you baby is hard
Is the moon going to shine?
The moon's a piece of cake this time
Won't
Niggas say "Man you winning" fuck it
I tell 'em of course
I get love like a star, unit's move
Cake appear
412 PGH you hatin' cause we cakin' here
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