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through
Kick it, maybe punt it too; I'm fly but I can run it too
I touched down to cause hell like lil Boosie, plus I's going for two
Tied it up, won it too

bitches
Still aint wanna give me back my wheels
Im UGK Im ridin dirty
Pledge allegiance to the trill
This shit aint set up for us to win
Only thang good my

wr came from thuggin.
Real goon on that dummy shit
Im rertarded
Rip the stteets dow to pieces now the santa muerte wants me down deep by the motherland

on you doing time by yourself n*gga
Cause she damn sure out fucking on the next n*gga
Looking at your max sentence and you stressed n*gga
You seen some

they going to two different places, the fuck?
Uh, wake up
Uh, wake up
Playing my shit on 300, so wake up
Gotta wake up make a trill then get caked up

real niggaz gon' speak
(Wipe me down)
Jiggalatin' I been rollin' 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth
(Wipe me down)
Black

voice, It left a stain but course
Ah bad bitch, tryna suck away my pain in da Porsche, Oh boy
Gotta admit, dis shits amazing, blazing
Courtside Louie V,

out wit moms like Joan Rivers
I learned my lil flow when i would sit by her
See, my mama was working granny was dying
Mama send a signal to daddy, he

So when it comes to me baby girl can yu keep it trill
Ik yu wanna love don't kno if yu can trust
so I'll come in da clutch nd show yu my loyalty first

Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
Run up
1 Up
1 Up
Fat Papi in control of these lucids
Finna talk shit
Make you bow to this movement
Seen me take a L
Now

as a college student
Sayin watch my shoes since Lil Tunechi took that spot from Boosie
Military blues so fly
That's how I flew my father's coop
And moved to LA

ghetto stories by Boosie?
I can't save a bitch I'm knowing how these bitches can get choosey
I'ma two step watch me dip I do my shit I get real groovy
It

Bug

G Herbo

Still Swervin

2019

stackin', miss my niggas, this one for Lil Boosie
Come have fun with the gang, we turn shit to a movie
All these bitches groupies, I might buy some uzis

the Uzi loot (yeah)
Yeah I go stupid bitch (stupid)
Groovy like Q lil bitch (stupid)
Don't press me I do this shit (yeah)
Test me, I'm moody bitch (aye,

woah)
That's seven figures, all blues
So i can count 'em up when shit get boring (Talk ya shit)
Gonna need that in the- (Talk ya shit)

Сoupe by

Be Real [Chopped & Screwed Album Version]

Lil Scrappy

Be Real [Chopped & Screwed]

2005

[Chorus: x2]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't

the dream
We gone get the shit by any means
Pray for enemies defending me
Watch the closest ones befriending me
I ain't tryna hit ya Hennessy
Sippin 1 ounce

this shit so strange I really need yo help
When I'm not on these drugs I'm stressing by myself
Deep up in my feelings and my head gone
I'm not feeling

get rich
I aint always have this S**t
I don't want your B***H
Tell ya lil B***H fall Back
Cause a N***a tryna get rich
I know how to get it
N***a I'm

foreign
Man I don't care I'd anything for it

Man fuck that shit everything I got a fit for it
There's is no beat which a nigga cannot fit on
Side by side

shit
Cause this shit called life im tryna enjoy it
Keep that spice in ya life you jus can't even avoid it

She get money
Ass n hips
She a bad lil broad

Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt 
Racked up

then
Back against the wall
What I do
Fight it out
I done spit a million times I just ain't have no mic around
Like Lil Boosie in a dirty whip she finna

no mind
She wanna know how it feels to be with somebody that’s real
She was committed to fake now she addicted to Real
I fuck with lil shorty she chill