Search results for 'u got cake by lil boosie' Page #155

Repo (Cassidy Diss)

Meek Mill

Money Mafia Music, Vol. 2

2013

20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for

you kissing on his lap
I see det nigga flexing tellem better keep his strap
I'm bout to make a move lil baby tell me where he at
He really got you

to goatees, big spaces and Boosie tracklists
Not the human encyclopedia with the glasses
Nights by your beats, unsure
I'll wave
I've been writing all these Trey

the mix
(Mix)
We gotta be separate
(Separate )
He made the world for us
(Us)
Trust me I ain't lying
Read II Esdras if you got the time
(Woah)

He that

them favors
When them times got a lil hard I seen em change up
My mind gotta be strong I lost some day 1's
Thing is they ain’t dead but they ain’t real

there, but I still love the block
Niggas ain't been trappin', sellin' pens, lil' bitch, I'm sellin' rock
Tryna find me, you catch the ones, and then you

you
Taking trips doing things your last nigga couldn't do
Got them people mad I done got a hold of you (fuck em)
Well let em keep hating, Let's keep

you think you special for
Blow a lil gas from texaco
Bad lil bitch from mexico
All on my sack we next to blow
Tell me
What you think you special for
We

Dat' bih' want my mind gone
I'm what Saint Laurent on
Mix it up with Tom Ford
I'm just like my idols
She got cake I spiral
Shake it like a cyclone

They ain’t really livin with the right fears like
I got some scuffs on the Louis
I spilt my drink on the Gucci
They just some scrubs and they boosie
I

the old queen latifa
I set it off like Im boosie
Cleo in the movies and you just a groupie
Modern day Martian no tunchie
Ufo racing like a jetson black like

dangerous
I'm the worst, I'm the fucking worst
I got too big for my britches, cut the sleeves off all my shirts
Double down, double down, tell ya lil

with her face
Though she got a lil cake
Her smile is just a big disgrace

I don't envy you my nigga
Issa nightmare when you wake
Staying with her cuz she

bussin wit the ice come thru the door they thought the air was on
Ha what else you lil bitch nigga
Stalkin on my page it got me lookin at his bitch

to Enoch just cause he produced this song
Still independent like that Lil Boosie song
They accused me of things I could never prove em wrong
Never spoke much

catch a fade wit any nigga/
Like I work for Boosie/
Heard I got beef wit niggas/
Imma pull up inna tank/
Heard imma flex on niggas/
Watch me pull up inna

up Paxton's I used to roll up the dutch
Ever got me on the line I wasn't saying too much
Cuz where I'm coming from
You trust a bitch ass nigga you end

only, if he got that green, got that dough
You bending over, yeah you touching ya toes
Please don't get her wrong, she ain't one of these hoes
She need

wantin' guap and she wantin' me
I'm at the top and you underneath
Nice in the face, A freak in the sheets
I'm gettin' cake, it's callin' on me
I got

Cause I got my Fenty on, yeah he like it like that
Got that look in your eyes got me memorized
I can tell by look that you are arise
Have a lil faith

gotta wait
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)

You's a broke nigga, boy
You want some pussy and some liquor
Got a bad bitch eatin' a bitch pussy
While a bitch

my guard down
I think that you see through it
Cus they can't see me inside
I wanna be ya lil' mama baby
But I ain't a baby no more
I hope that you can

money what’s the key word
Imma give her a lil lesson, imma teacher (skrttttt)
Got it with 300 racks in my pockets
I pull up with stock its I pull up with

got a couple lil dimples
And when I hit it no running
N**** what?
What is the word you dig huh?
Fucking your bitch then call her a cunt (Lil Bitch)
That