Lyrics:
old driveway watching everyone walk away
I don't think I'll ever be the same again it's been a little minute
Demons renting rooms up in my brain they
got me moody (I'm turnt)
I been 'bout it since the juvey (since birth)
I ain't throwin' shade, I'll throw them things
Won't throw the fade, Lil Boosie
but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be
a Lil Boosie
She aint got no ass
But the box real juicy
All I ever wanted was a million dollars bitch
All I ever had was million dollar wish
Now I pull up
of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a f***
The fool must be sparkin
tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin'
And the old geezers that wanna kill 'em
Satan is a lil' too much guap in the account
Satan is clout in the hands of a man with a big mouth
Satan is the boss
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
em watching how she move
Whole crew by the pool
They gon let that thang loose
Let that thang loose
Trynna do the same moves
But they can't do the same
lee
Lips on live like boosie
Pull up in a two seat
Bad bitches all in juicy
I can be your best friend
Parties in the west end
Wicked bitch hexing
Pretty
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
(Ayy, who that?)
Uh, uh, uh (John Gotitt)
Uh, uh, uh (never changed, still the same)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I've seen niggas cry when someone died
to take in every day
Everybody sayin' the same shit
In like different ways, you know?
These are just my opinions
I'm not knockin' nobody's dream
I just
Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These
Lil Marco, nigga. Gang
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Nigga
Getting to that paper, yeah that paper make a nigga work
Got my lil shorty in the back,
put em in the Truck
Have You Smoking like purp
Get hit it this Lil pump (Bow)
You can catch a fade just like Lil boosie
Play dirty Get hit wit dis uzi
Been the same old day (yeah)
Same old shit (yeah)
Same old frame (yeah)
Same old bitch gon hit my phone
Say same dumb shit (uh)
She playin her part
open, and throw it back for Lil Boosie
Whip me down
Catch me with some college women
Majoring in Groupie Love
Blowing on that Charlie Brown
Rooftop I be
stone ya
She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev
"Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?"
Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would
easy got boring
Punch in, no warrant
(Ay let me get one)
Cus' I'm locked in with shit
I don't need no hook
Told me one way, I don't go by the book
Came
of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high
I've been hotter since
Me
Da Judge Looked At Me
And Said How You Doin' Boosie
He Called Me By My Nickname[Ooooh]
What You Think I'm Stupid[b---h]
You Wanna Railroad
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
[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
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