Lyrics:
by somebody
Somebody like you, yeah Lord
Let me tell ya now
Got lips that taste, got first romance
Drove me through, through
Whatever you got
got two bottles
On the way to the Ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say I'm a dog so lil mam wasn't tryin to holla
Bitch u right and I
Take it easy, baby
'Cause you got, you got what it takes
Take it easy baby
You got what it takes
Take it easy baby
Treat ya like a piece of cake
will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then god bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any
you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good
got time for that
Boosie push your wig back
Boosie, here, take that; your chain and your braclet
Half my clique jack boys, they run up and attack boys
(Baby)
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin' ya Lil ass, I see you grindin'
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't
to snake
For you chicken head niggas got some shake and bake
For you pussy ass niggas these bullets penetrate
If a bitch get out of line go Boosie on em
bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
[Lil Boosie:]
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
stumbled, I fell
I never thought I'd get tricked
By you sweet talking lies
You've got a bag of tricks
And when you get busy
I got dazzled and dizzy
I
the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter
uzi, Lil Boosie way I wipe down
(Boy, I ain't got time)
To be sittin' here right now
'Cause niggas dying every day
And I ain't light brown
And i-D
pop
Tell me, tell me who shooting and who got shot
[Malia]
Ring Around the Rosie, a pocket full of blow
Everybody know the hop got you moving slow
notice
They didn't notice
You ain't got guap
But they be all on me
Ooh, now they all on me
Ooh, now they all on me
These niggas, they be so fake
Uh,
what they like
They like Lil' Boosie spit that real s***
That's what they like
Girl you like that huh that's what they like
Girl you like that
nigga's boosie
Boosie, you heard of Lil' Boosie
I said Lil' Boosie, Boosie
But these niggas real boosie
Boosie, I do me
Money over bitches and a whole lot
nigga and I love you too.
Light up your swisha lil' nigga gon crank it up, you got your li
Ghter and your liquor gon drank it up.
Now swerve by if you
'cause family calling me crying
'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
Fuck around, say I ain't got it, they say I'm lying
Plus I got to take care
Had me facing death row
Say we got you on these bodies
Do you wanna talk? No!
Shit, I bought my own work, nigga
Built my own clientele
Guess who
Boosie
She said, "You murk 'em, I show you my coochie"
I had to sing to this bitch like lil' Toosie (woo)
Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (ski)
Yeah,
the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas
And we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls
Me and boosie
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
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