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I might pop out J's and bro might pop out with Miharas
You know I love a scram, but Boosie say he tired of Lil Takara
I told him he can hit that, bro,
than a scorch
Why you holding back applause
How you mad that I'm a boss yo
Boss
Don't tell me what to do yea (Lil dictator)
I'm already making moves yea
pickin' up dimes and I'm droppin' the pennies
Bro got a Drake, he don't fuck with the semis
I lost lil' cuz, now I don't got no feelings
Ha, hold up, who
don't fear no type of pain
Swear it ain't been the same
Got the swag
Got the talent
Time to build me a name
Niggas pushing that music
Im tryna sell it
that it's over, ain't no debatin' (uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don't wanna play no games, play
big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin', respect that chickens
Toosie
I'm goin live like Boosie
Put ya lil lips on the camera
Yea the other one show me that coochie
It's pretty like Ricky it's juicy
iPhone 11 we
smoke, imma give them a Boosie
Stacking my money two times no toosie
I aim at your vert when I'm toating that uzi
I aim at your vert when I'm toating that
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
be that nigga in the back
You don't live it really, I can show you how to live
But I promise I can show a pussy nigga how to act
Junked out smokin'
you like the way I do I
Move that booty follow me
All my girls, I'm calling Shelley
And Chanel, the body beasts
Don't forget Symba and Miss Mia
Unlock
Ay, if you want smoke then its up there
We gon have to light the city up just like the state fair, yeah
Boy we reckless, we don't play fair
Fuck
Ye goggles
He got some shooters that don't play 'bout him (hahaha, Stove)
Backseat of the Rolls Royce (haha, me and Stove like Ace and Meechy)
The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil
[Chorus]
This is the way I live
Lil' Boy still pushin' big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill
Don't need to work hard that's the way I
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
Away
Then I'm gonna catch her Wherever She Goo
So Don't throw the love Away
These are the promises, that we had Told
She my lil Runaway
Tryna escape all
Gettin' a lil' money with niggas, that's how you act now?
Streets a motherfucker
Not to mention, niggas treat you like my blood brother
But once you
chill
But fuck it I'm a tell em how a gansta fill
I seek the industry fake, cause ain't no ganstas in it
But every motherfucker wanna play that gangsta
P like Im Diddy
At the table like hit me
Hit for 5 and that's plenty
These niggas swearin we cool
I won't go out like a fool
She wan play by the rules
Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
That's some real shit (FBG)
The Wizrd, play with
off, boy we don't play
12 pull up, boy we don't say that
Ya got no tools boy you don't make shìt
I got whatever ya thought
If i'm thinking buy, then
hungry, I still got the juice (uh)
You set it off like Cleo, I set it off like Boosie
Uh, yeah, baller alert (haan)
Lil' biddy bitch I don't call her
out hill don't need a map for that
Hit the Boosie Stoe might need a four for that
Raised out hill we don't know how to act
Flagrant, I got more
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