Lyrics:
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
hear is "R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P." shit
Rest in peace, so you know, it's only right I rip this shit here
Nigga, my nigga, lil' nigga, my nigga
the reason why I spit it
How I spit
When I spit its like mucus
Gotta get rid of it
These chicks don't pop like me
Uncompatible girl
No comparing me
by wanking
My penis pops like bubble gum
It feels like a fucking drum
When it bounces off of ya bum
My whole body feels mothafuckin numb
Sperm comes
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
wanna see you pop it nasty (go)
Lil' mama so thick, look like Kim Kardashian (mama)
But no I'm not wifing, young nigga passin' (no)
She making Impala
and boogie, listening to Boosie
When the trunk pop he gon judge like Judy
In a bad mood cuz his cousin was a cutie
Da homie had my back and I owe him, truly
to be a bad lil' shady nigga just like you
And I pop that ass one by one, plus two
Got my eyes on you!
Along with my whole squad ready to ride, yeah
me get a glitch, your glitches make me itch
Now I'm glitchin' and itchin', I'm glitchin' and itchin'
Now I'm stackin' and stickin', it's 'bout five
Bitch ass nigga tellin folks wat he gon do when he see me
nigga i dont even know about this fake ass
beefin that perpertratin' ass bootin
Plush
Yeah, come on
You're missing me, I'm missing you
Whenever we meet, we ain't gonna get no sleep
When I get to be together with you
It's
the streets
So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me
He never knew his pops
His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block
Thug life
of the glizzy when it's hitting ni**a
Pop off in the club
Pop pop!
I finger fuck the glizzy
Put them lil ass guns up if can't put no 30 in it
Don't pull up on me
(K camp) aye get fucked up drink a lil bit
Smoke a lil bit pop a lil bit
Aye get fucked up smoke a lil bit
Pop a lil bit aye get fucked up
We ain't
bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (oh)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (bah, bah)
We bustin' out of your speaker
I know what you came here to see
If you a freak, then you comin' home with me
And I know what you came here to do
Now bust it open, let me see you
a motherfuckin' starving artist
Got something to prove
Don't talk it, walk it
My niggas outside on them walkie talkies
Pop that trunk
Pass that dutch
know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)
Freebandz chain, Kris Jenner
All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners
ass
So come on, baby, and pop it quick
I fall in love when you suck my dick
Bitch, you don't know? You ain't heard?
Fuckin' with me, you're gonna
If I could do it all over, I'd make the same mistakes
All that fucking over made me who I am today
Slime Maybach with the drapes, you can't see me
want, she make me take it off when she see me (let's go)
She say I make her wet whenever my face pop up on TV
I had to say, "No disrespect, gotta do it
can shine in stormy weather
Young bitch gotta keep that paper together
Uh, uh, you need to get it together
Lil' bitch need to get that paper
Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them
it! Don't break it!
It took your momma nine months to make it
Bend over and spread 'em, girl
Show-w-w me those pussy pearls
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