Lyrics:
woah
Showed what I got and I made her say oh
Fuck out of my way fore I take your lil' hoe
She said that she leaving and I told her so
Hit that lil' dance
a smoothie)
Why you throwin' all this rent money?
Tryna prove a point to go hang with Boosie (lame-ass)
He think he bigger than the whole mob
Niggas
Feeling like Boosie in 2010
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
That's me
And y'all C-A-N apostrophe T-F-U-C-K-W
I-T-T-H-E-D-U-G-O-U-T
Nigga, what
It's too much of us
deep is your love
Verse 1
Would you babysit some kids that ain't even yours
Be at court every morning with them bad nerves
Break ya niqqa off
soul so heavy
Fresh in all white like I'm on my way to Heaven
Thirty thousand dollars in my old school Chevy (skrrt)
Cost a lil' money, get your
believe
Beautiful black child
Never change yo black skin
You royalty baby so put on yo Black Smile
Lil beautiful black child
I’m supporting you baby
I come
Yeah (yeah)
Say Lil' Bronze (say B)
Lot of motherfuckers counting me out, you know (counting me out)
I see why because you know, my situation
live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I
ya we be gettin money what's up
all the bad ones by the bar pour up a cup
its on the team catch us smoking in the cut
fuck with the squad we going up
a fad in the days of my dad
Now MC's is makin' G's and goin' for bad
The X in my name makes it, all official
Am I the king? Well that's the so
been knew niggas was bitches
They so caught up in drama
I just focus on my paper and the people who love me
Wonder why I ain’t say my family
Cause my
you ain't Boosie
Yeah, know that drank good, when you pour it, hit the bottle
Yeah, Prada's on my feet, Cuban licks all on my collar
I do crime by
bout to play a game of fetch
I might throw somethin' to your cash app
So when you see me bring it back
You picture perfect when your ass out
I thought
Ay fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)
Get it, all my
nigga got this cheddar
So they gone sweat me forever
Lil Dolo counting chicken
And these women be on it
Pussy niggas ain't gone ride
So i do it my lonely
by six
Damn, how'd it get so late so quick?
The sun rising (already?) Until the next time
I love diving in your mind
And coming out with every
by six
Damn, how'd it get so late so quick?
The sun rising (already?) Until the next time
I love diving in your mind
And coming out with every
alone
I wonder, how could you love me when my life so ugly
But you came down and died for me
Will you take me as I am
I know the way I'm living is
to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so
girl know us, Weatherman Riley
Two bad bitches like Kendall and Kylie
Let your man try me be another man dying
I'm a young sergeant, oh and by the way
I
make your bitches not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden
Know you niggas can't afford it
And these bitches can't ignore
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low
I'm a flirt and when she's with her man
Looking at me damn right, i'm a flirt
So homie don't bring your girl
listenin', ladies, please put your child first
No, no, no, no, no-no (f-fucked over this shit)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (y'all already know I'm havin' this
the zip, pulled up with your bitch
Bad karma, but all my shit foreign
But all my whips foreign, but all my bitches foreign
Bad karma, bad karma, bad karma,
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