Lyrics:
to nine I don made that girl moist
And know what (know what n****) I got my own haircut
It's called a boosie fade that Belgium made
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
already ripped them
My brother Boosie done flipped them
We got high like a missile
And we be clean like whistle
I lay dat dick a winner
Just ask my girls
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
young niggas on a bean
And they goin' wild
I just saw you on TV, boy you goin' viral
I can't hear nothin' you said
Cause I'm smokin' loud
I was put in by
am
Quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
nobody solving it
Mix with goons and gobblings
I've been fucking with a problem
Look, bitch you got a problem
In my section
With or without Lil
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
that, I got a hundred chickens on the way
That white flag, that's when these hoes surrender on the yay
They like that, you know the plug know me by
she was a gangsta bitch when I played Boosie and she started singing along
I know I got in some shit when I fucked the lil bitch and it sounded like
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me nigga run n tell dat
Ran through that sack nigga run n tell dat
I just knocked a new bitch nigga run
gotta b dedicated(see
mee)nigga couldnt tell boosie shit thats how lil boosie
made it nigguhhh chill out,
take dat grill out yo mouth,
go and sell it fo
know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon' do to me
After the show I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by
bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it
again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
if you a press rewind if I ain't have
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman
shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all
to fucking verse
I can sell lamp chops to a fucking horse
I leave people wanting more
My lil bih got dat sticky weed
In my pocket I got stinky feet
Maple
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